| Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, «It's Like That» y’all
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| This that Dream Team shit, we like it like that
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| Fast lane switching, bad dame in the kitchen
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| Infatuated with fame and the way I rap when I’m lifted
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| Never catch me slipping though, back with a different flow
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| Spit more crack than chapped lips, different game when I’m dipping ho
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| Catch what I’m whipping low, Beamer with the tinted
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| Mamasita beneath me to shift stick when I’m winded
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| Loving the life I’m living, dressed in the finest linen
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| The vision is still a villa, the mission is still a million
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| Sip it raw, skip the straw, bitch I’m flossing
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| Flashbacks to Boston with a dollar in my pocket
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| Sauce on the pasta, accompanied by some lobster
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| Hold the olives, pass the lemon, extra butter to top it
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| Thinking I’ll buy the whole bar, fuck whatever the cost is
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| Think of how we used to sip 40z up out the bottle
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| Now we full throttle, the lid is off of the nozzle
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| As we livin' for today, givin' a fuck about tomorrow
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| It’s like that y’all, it’s like that y’all
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| You catch Zs but dreams is what we catch y’all
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| It’s like that y’all, it’s like that y’all
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| You catch Zs but dreams is what we catch y’all
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| It’s like that y’all, it’s like that y’all
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| You catch Zs but dreams is what we catch y’all
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| It’s like that y’all, it’s like that y’all
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| The Dream Team being put up on the map y’all
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| '94 was a wonderful year for J
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| And '94 is the reason I’m livin' this way
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| So when you feel there’s a reason to fear your fate
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| Just remember there’s a reason you’re here to stay
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| Step to the matter, let me keep the setting simple
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| Doja with the crystals and skinny biddies with back dimples
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| Come on and kick it with J-Bigga cause it’s the
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| Don of all these emcees like Big Macs but no McGriddle
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| Sick with the wicked flow, tricking cliques with the pick-n-roll
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| Hit the stage in Jays then I rock a mic' alike minerals
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| Hip with the bimbos, the name’s Juice Biggalow
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| Last bitch was a figaro, blew my dick like a piccolo
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| Flip it reciprocal, women off with the opposition
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| Hot with hip hop precision, pockets with not a Lincoln
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| Often the proposition, stops when the profit’s missin'
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| My mission ain’t the cash but the passion within my message
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| It’s like that y’all, it’s like that y’all
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| You catch Zs but dreams is what we catch y’all
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| It’s like that y’all, it’s like that y’all
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| You catch Zs but dreams is what we catch y’all
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| It’s like that y’all, it’s like that y’all
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| You catch Zs but dreams is what we catch y’all
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| It’s like that y’all, it’s like that y’all
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| The Dream Team being put up on the map y’all
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| The Dream Team
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| The Dream Team
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| The Dream Team
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| The Dream Team |