| I come through, drop-top foreign in that hood I’m from
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| These bitches look I look at them I’m like look at me now
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| I’m back to balling like that n*gga that you know I was
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| They ask me questions 'bout that Honda that I used to roll
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| I took it back and bought a 2 door
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| My money thicker than a sumo
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| My spanish bitches yellin' Dimelo
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| I took her back and bought some new hoes
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| I took it back and bought a two door
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| I started out as a basic n*gga
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| Till I hooked up with some Haitian n*ggas
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| Whip that shit like quaker n*gga
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| Big 45 got a bake a n*gga
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| See I don’t give a fuck if the fuck n*gga's dry
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| Take me right where the fuck n*gga at
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| I put a slug in the fuck n*gga hat
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| And knock that fuck n*gga off of the map
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| I spin that shit cuz I got that voice
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| I was born in the hood I ain’t got no choice
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| Big body Benz with the deuces on it
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| Young n*ggas yeah but the loose is hommit
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| 24−7 on the grind
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| The littlest thing on the block with the iron
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| I had to get rich in the back of my mind
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| And I was too broke to go back in the house
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| I had to get the packages out
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| As soon as the packages out
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| I drop me a grill in my mouth
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| Big jewelry hanging on my neck
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| All type of hoes hanging all in my chest
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| Cuz they heard this n*gga done got that check
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| Drop my top my shit all wet
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| Stacks on deck bitch I stay fresh
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| I told y’all n*gga I got this
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| I wasn’t always rich
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| Coming from the hood there was always bricks
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| Starting from a A from the 4 way sprint
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| Then we got weighed at
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| I was in the hallway with ski mask n*ggas kick that shit
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| That was at least but 44 whip
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| Hangin at the club with a 40 on the hip
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| I had took that back
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| Just so a n*gga could buy him a drop
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| Stolen these n*ggas and I push that pack
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| Now I’m riding the drive right through the hood
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| Where they cook that crack
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| N*gga you looked at me wrong
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| My n*gga hopped out and pushed it back
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| I want some two door shit
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| Thinkin' about buying like two more whips
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| Penthouse cribs with two floors bitch
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| With you and your friend and two more bitch
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| Trying to get better my said
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| Nothing but living my suped up with
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| Ain’t nothing better than a suped up bitch
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| Than a n*gga leaned back
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| Hit a few Os where the roof go
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| I been balling all alone
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| N*ggas like room talent at
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| Cuz a n*gga's stash got too low
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| But, I’m back bitch
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| Haiti’s baby
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| I was born on the exact date that crack hit
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| Grinding up to a hunned stacks for my lil n*ggas is past tense
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| Gents probably had two fights
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| They whole life but shooting fast quick
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| Two dykes in the room fighting
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| About who’s gonna get the last lick
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| Not to toot my own horn
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| But I got them doing a hundred in the
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| And it’s worked for me really hand built
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| Got this bitch smelling like a landfill
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| I’ve been stunting since little n*ggas
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| Since headbands and Grant Hills
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| Living life in the fast lane while these pussy n*ggas at a standstill
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| And I ain’t even had a spitting game
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| I fucked your whole some fan shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 2 Door , by - Jim Jones. Song from the album Miami Vampin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп