| Yeah
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| Know what I mean
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| Big Tone, Ta’Raach, Jay Dee
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| What
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| I’m a let y’all niggas pop the coochie
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| 'Cause you pussy
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| Plus this .45 bustin a back that ass up like Juve
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| Sophisticated bourgeois niggas with bad habits
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| And if you don’t like it
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| You can get it
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| And stick it where the sun don’t glissin
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| Niggas is critics and some don’t listen
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| I told y’all
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| Persevering through all of this bullshit
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| And life is
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| A black six and a hood rat
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| Catching a contact
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| Plus the Hennessey
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| Get my brains blown out like John Kennedy
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| Remember me
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| Split a nigga ear to cheek within the beat
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| Best kept secret
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| Got some shit fixin to hit the street
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| Y’all niggas ain’t even a issue
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| So real that a bleed through the pencil
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| It’s like that
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| I need a day off the scene
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| Cause y’all gay muthafuckas is mean
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| I’m seen buyin beats of this nigga
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| That’s like the end of my career
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| I tell a nigga like fuzz
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| Man fuck that
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| I’m tryin to have these bitches like
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| You see me I touch Lacks
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| Give niggas pounds like
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| See me I touch Lacks
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| Plus tracks
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| Bangin out the back of the range
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| Respect my gun and
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| I speak with a double barrel slang in
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| Unison with this music in the back of my brain
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| Rockin straw hats and Pradas
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| Com be eatin on McDonalds
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| But I know the time
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| It’s time to get you up a bottle
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| Some shit that’s hard to swallow
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| You ain’t even a issue
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| I’m so real
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| A nigga ain’t got to dis you
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| It’s like that uh
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| Turn it up baby
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| It’s like that
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| It’s like that
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| It’s like that
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| Uh
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| Yeah
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| Turn it up
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| Yeah
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| Uh
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| What
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| Turn it up baby
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| Uh
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| Feel it
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| I got a new respect for half ass rappers and wack producers
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| There’s something about pure talent that attracts the useless
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| But drains the pure talent juices
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| That’s detrimental to the rootless
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| That drink artificially flavored sodas
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| Biggie goes like compensate smalls frames like Yodas
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| America made to break down like dollar store purchases
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| But so called real niggas turn to catholic services
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| You know perpin is you, don’t hate me
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| I play hooky from new schools and teach about the old
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| Where rap cats is cold like Michigan weather
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| Sportin Fubu gear pushin timberland leather
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| Through city blocks with scriptures that blast
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| And turn muthafuckas into father figures
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| Y’all niggas better recognize
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| Ain’t shit jumpin off unless Ta’Raach authorize
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| Tell a nigga like this
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| Make like Dwele and rise
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| Cause B.C. |
| and everything we make is fly
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| I got a lot of shining to do
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| And when I drop I’m a redefine hot
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| See y’all niggas got a lot of rhyming to do
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| I’m tryin to get a spot with a view
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| A tan six and a watch band with a diamond or two
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| Understand it
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| Granted I’m a bust til I can breathe
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| And every chicken alive got my cover a vibe next to Usher and Jay Z
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| The Montana way
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| Crashin Caboray
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| Glass of 'Zay cradled
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| Link swingin past my navel
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| Cocky enough to captivate you
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| You all consumed
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| Just smell the aeric that’s in the air when I walk in the room
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| Recognize with G Quest and press on
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| And if it ain’t dawn
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| Y’all niggas still pawns on the chess board
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| (Like cat said) Don’t nobody give a fuck until you get them ducks
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| And hit 'em up
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| I spit for the bucks
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| Square business
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| What?
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| What? |
| niggas?
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| It’s like that
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| Jay Dee drop the beat |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Like That , by - Jay Dee. Song from the album Welcome 2 Detroit - the 20th Anniversary Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп