| Come on
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| Roll your windows down
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| And turn the woofers up
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| New giddy city get that liquor in your tinted cups
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| Picture me kicking this pretty then remember the words
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| We keep it gritty like the greats at the edge of the curb
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| Live and learn, living legend, Ninth and Mers, burn first
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| Now its Jeanie’s turn to recite it to get your urn church
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| I mean chuch, get your blushing up
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| And button up, your luck is slowing and your cussing me, fuck!
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| This ain’t a test nigga no pencils, only ink
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| And blood splattered like your toes on my drink
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| The dream shattering girl
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| Without collateral earls
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| Unimaginable, chatter like a lateral curls
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| Tight expanding your world
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| And my mic can just spike this gang
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| Like a roofie or a volleyball move like in the aim
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| To get analogies right, you dumb as Mallory right?
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| The Jeanie smarter than you thought at first apparently, right?
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| Please don’t be mad at me, i’d rather be liked
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| Cause your opinion really matters automatically, psyche!
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| I give a fuck about what you can think that you ain’t get the plus
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| My pimp lean is cool, back up like these blacks on the bus
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| School niggas. |
| School. |
| You learn! |
| Get your learn on!
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| We finna teach you something!
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| Justice League, Brooklyn Academy, we’re all making records!
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| Pumpkinhead, we still family yeah!
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| We bring it down like this from New York to Kaki-laki
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| Kick back, and flick your wrist
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| This shit got me mumbling, should we bring it back?
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| Mad dub pour it like the flow without the We get the love from the Joneses and
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| Jazzy, N.O.R.E.'s
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| Border cross in, transporter, illegal drugs
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| So much that pass porters in need of illegal tucks
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| Call your peoples up and tell them it dropped
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| Be like a felon gold poppers from one hell of a knock
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| I pop lock these words, till you pop a nerve
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| Then i’ll be girl stance like you got served! |