| Since I hit the TV now I’m a hot topic
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| But that don’t mean Skipper won’t pop it
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| Ain’t that that dude with the H2 and the nice wallet?
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| And I got four words — stay off my dick
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| You wanna make it to where Skip ain’t got shit
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| So you could ride around town and spread your gossip
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| Make up stories like «U.T.P. |
| done dropped Skip»
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| «Juve' used the man, paid him and then got rich»
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| C’mon stop it, you’re makin' it up
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| Damn, how much hate is enough, boy you faker than fuck
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| «I just saw Skip blazin' it up
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| With a dime piece, smilin', gettin' head in the truck
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| Look, right now he headed for us» (Look!)
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| «You lyin' motherfucker, dude he right behind 'em, you a busta»
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| Cause that’s your old lady he with
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| Them hoes is for everbody, stop savin' a bitch
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| Open my eyes when the sun rise, blazin'
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| First nigga on the strip, even if my block’s hotter than Cajun
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| I cop them Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and Yanks
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| Program with every race, now I cuts my own steak
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| Known to take G trips to a town like Wimbleton
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| Get a bust' down spot and be servin' like Wimbledon
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| Black John McEnroe, my rap flows are clapped (uh-hu)
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| Supposed to be hot as Tabasco, look at them assholes now
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| Homie, when I’m seen there’s a crowd
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| With head bustas off the streets talkin' loud, ready to wild
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| Get respect for a few things
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| Deranged, the chopper spit
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| And the first off the block to cop a new Range
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| Life is fast, I get cash and write about it
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| At night it ain’t safe in the South, we bout it bout it
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| Doubt it and get bodied cause the shotty will lift —
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| Your big muscleman bodyguard off his shit
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| Who lil' daddy with the fitted cap turned back?
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| Know some of these niggas got respect, he tryin' to earn that
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| Hopefully one of these niggas with yayo will see that
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| And put him in the right position he tryin' to be at
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| They talkin' in the wind but they no better than the play though
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| They could make a carton or a t-shirt in a day though
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| I ain’t tryin' to flex my power bitch but I got say so
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| And I could make a million; |
| American, yen or peso
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| They say I got a attitude, that’s not the issue at all
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| Don’t get involved when I’m doin' what I have to do
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| I’m suttle now but I could turn into an animal
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| Blow it out of proportion and I ain’t understandin' you
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| Not in it for the short, I want the long term
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| Fuck the government, I’mma take care of my own children
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| You gon' have to zip your lip up, before a nigga flip up
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| I don’t think they understandin' me, holler at 'em Skipper |