| H-A-V-O, I’m iller, rocking over Dilla
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| Paint a picture clearer than a mirror
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| I come from that era where everything matters
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| Lyrics counting for something, careers got shattered now
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| Everybody’s rock stars, who am I to knock 'em though
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| Daring something, if you do, you fall like a domino
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| Smoke a little tropical, niggas is so comical
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| But I been stopped laughing a long time ago
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| Ain’t nothing funny, head knocked off shoulders
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| Everytime I spit, it’s like I put the game to the cobra
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| Babies to the game it’s I’m pushing they strollers
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| Coming at me sideways, they in a rush to get older
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| First round is over
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| I ain’t playing with them, no, I wake 'em up like Folgers
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| I’m a general, believe that, ya’ll nothing but soldiers
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| Like Cee, I’m a finisher, the number one closer
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| I’m about my business
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| Don’t worry bout me, homey, mind your business
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| Cuz this is grown folks business
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| Nothing to do with you, so just mind your business
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| All day, every day, about my business
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| Niggas keep talking, I’mma pop the biscuit
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| Keep playing, have your brain leaking that liquid
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| Sit back, enjoy, the flow
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| Yo, we project livers, lick that liver
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| Run with a bag of cash and flip that wig up
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| Won’t deny it, holding iron, flows is giant
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| Catch you with nine keys, supplying
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| Come to my town, strap up
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| Underground kings with the crown, black down and blacked up
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| Reefer is the greatest, paid us, Las Vegas, nineteen a pop
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| Catch me up top famous
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| Everything on my wrist, Swiss made
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| Run up in the Gucci shop, Glock warm, give me the Crys' suade
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| Everybody living to get paid
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| Everybody make it out the hood, or get sprayed or get grazed
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| Yeah, yo, my style is trifyn'
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| Anything on my neck, hands is lightning
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| Come tear it down, I might sing
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| Never on a stand, only my writing hand with bright lens
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| With seal, baby bro
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| Yeah, beast mode, H-A-V-O
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| Dudes get popped, snitches sing like Ne-Yo
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| That’s why you always catch me rocking for dolo
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| Police putting pressure, niggas acting all homo
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| Can’t fuck with em, puff on that piff then they analyze
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| Looking for what it is, watch for the landmines
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| Run but you can’t hide, lyrical landslide
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| Homicide, know about you, but I got mines
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| Grind like the gears on a Porsche, I’m so driven
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| Foot to the pedal, I’m heavy footed, there’s no limit
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| No gimmick, what you see is what you get it
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| No skinny jeans, only thing fitting is my fitted
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| Knowhatimean? |
| Some of ya’ll won’t get it
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| I do my own thing, hold to my pivet
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| Yeah, life can be a bitch, but we live it
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| To the fullest, niggas just made cuz we chilling |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 24K Rap , by - J Dilla. Song from the album Jay Stay Paid, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп