| They say in the last days the father’s own child goin to come
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| Ain’t no side of him yet, I think he’s on the run
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| 'Til then the party don’t stop, 'til the sun
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| Swallowed a shot of Play Hard, now I’m numb
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| So loose and ready to spaz over the drum
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| Give 'em the full sum, so this genera-tion!
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| Don’t ever front on the Plug One
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| Oddball out of the bunch but still ball with the best of 'em
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| Been a pop off play to a U-G-K like Pimp and Bun
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| And when I’m somewhere in between, still second to none
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| When I’m somewhere off the scene, I’m off wreckin your hun
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| He majored in thumb sucking, without usin a thumb
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| I’m here to stun you, with the way I un-do, the mass thinkin, my career
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| Is done
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| Cause in the end, your goin to know (it's just begunnn!!)
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| Head into the studio with the rhymes that’s Homer spun
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| Aim past the fame and shot the fortune
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| In the leg, and you know he bled, shred in crumbs
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| Swooped it up, fed some birds, put the rest in the vault, keep it up
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| Into my lung
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| Stop suckin in oxygen
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| 'Til then I stay gold like Pony Boy (they young)
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| So who’s the flyest and who’s the highest?
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| And who spits the vitamins for kids to digest?
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| Who’s goin to be the star in the sky
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| At the after party, With my bodyguards and my stylist?
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| Kid, go get your nails and your hair did
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| It’s cool your American, you can blame your parents
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| One big ringtone away from careless
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| So turn up the bass 'til it makes you feel air sick
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| Life is complex, I reflect
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| But I ain’t supposed to cry if I want to get respect
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| The winner gets dinner yet who pays the check?
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| The internet got us makin hits with people we ain’t never met
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| Log on and rock, rock on
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| And we ain’t goin to stop until these motherfuckin cops gone
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| Hopped on the stove top, stirred up the pot wrong
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| Got milk, got bombs, we ain’t got long
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| I’m goin to party like it’s 19 — never mind
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| And take it back to when today was a better time
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| Before the rap game became a soup ghetto line
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| Before the paper it was flavor like a pepper grind
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| What? |
| We download for the taste test
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| Yep, cause we ain’t tryin to waste a paycheck
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| Used to be the tape decks, played the apex
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| Now it’s all safe sex with fake breasts (breasts …) |