| This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with
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| Lord, know some hoes from the past
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| Like, «Damn Cole, wish I knew that you would be rich»
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| Well, shoulda asked
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| It’s funny how these niggas on some real «be cool with me» shit
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| I bag two bitches like it’s two of me, bitch
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| This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with
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| Finally got my own bedroom in this bitch
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| No more sleeping in my brother room
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| Like, «Man, I might as well be sleeping in my mother room»
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| 'Cause how I’m supposed to sneak hoes with my bro here?
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| Plus she gon' find out I been rocking all his old gear
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| This his flow here, this is no fair, this is so pure
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| This is so clear, this is one breath, this is no air
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| Ain’t no wedding but I do the most here
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| I’m the President, you the co-chair
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| You the player, yeah, I’m the coach here, nigga, I coast here
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| This weather got me set up on this West Coast, yeah
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| Avoiding the snakes, AKs, and coke, yeah
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| Get my dick wet but I never let it soak there
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| Man, I been thinkin' 'bout movin' out
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| What? |
| Country boy in the city
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| Of New York nine years, ran that shit like Diddy
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| Riding through South Side Queens like Fiddy
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| Nothing’s impossible
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| And all you lame niggas show me what not to do
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| I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight
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| She told me, «Watch the snakes 'cause they watching you»
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| I told her, «Awww baby don’t start!
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| I ain’t looking for the way to your heart!»
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| She said, «You 'bout to miss church» while she riding me
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| I like my sundaes with a cherry on top
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| Make that ass drop (drop, drop)
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| Hey make that ass drop (drop, drop)
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| Hey make that ass drop (drop, drop)
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| Hey make that ass drop (drop, drop, drop)
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| Now if you only had one wish is it devious?
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| 'Cause you already know who your genie is
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| Ain’t get a cover now your mag on my penis
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| Like damn, he turned out to be a genius
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| Damn, real shit nigga, no Pixar
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| You niggas soft like Meagan Good’s lips are
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| My kicks hard, my whip hard
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| I came out the womb with my dick hard
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| Back when I was playing Stomp the Yard
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| It’d be a bunch of niggas up on campus talking hard
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| Don’t get exposed to these hoes boy, knock it off
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| I seen your mama in the Benz when she dropped you off
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| Damn, now who more thorough than me?
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| I paint a picture of my pain for the world to see
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| Could paint a picture of the game but my girl would see
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| Gotta ask myself, «What mean the world to me?»
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| Me, me
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| Nothing’s impossible
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| And all you lame niggas show me what not to do
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| I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight
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| She told me, «Watch the snakes 'cause they watching you»
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| I told her, «Aw baby don’t start!
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| I ain’t looking for the way to your heart!»
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| She said, «You bout to miss church» while she riding me
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| I like my sundaes with a cherry on top
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| Make that ass drop (drop, drop)
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| Make that ass drop
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| Hey make that ass drop (drop, drop)
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| Make that ass drop
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| Hey make that ass drop (drop, drop)
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| Make that ass drop
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| Hey make that ass drop
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| Make that ass drop
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| Make, hey, make that ass drop (drop)
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| Hey, you seen me in this every damn day (drop)
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| It got the dick hard as a rock (drop)
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| And I can’t control (Let it rock)
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| Hehe, control
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| This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street wit'
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| Yeah
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| This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street wit'
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| A little Fayettenam nigga out in Beverly Hills
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| That’s when I ran into this chick I went to college with
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| Yeah, back when a nigga was on scholarship
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| Was in a rush but I still stopped to holla, shit
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| That’s the least I owed her 'cause see I tried to hit
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| On the first night, and nah, I ain’t proud of it
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| I boned her in my dorm room and kicked her out of it
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| And I never called back, how thoughtfulless
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| Now I’m standing in the streets tryna politic with her
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| In her mind she calling me a misogynist, nigga
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| On some Bobby Brown shit, my prerogative, nigga
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| Is to hit and never commit
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| Not realizing when I hit she never forgets
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| So every time I ignore the telephone call
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| Saying I’ll hit her back knowing I’m never gon' call, she was hurting
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| Now she’s staring dead in my face, she was smirking
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| Like, «Yeah, I remember and nah you ain’t worth shit, nigga
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| You ain’t worth shit, nigga»
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| Hm, this the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with |