| West Coast, East Coast, this is illegal dose
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| East Coast, West Coast, the real legit cause
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| Blast off, whacko, field run, here we go yea
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| Got CCC with a bit of bell
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| Re-p-p-peat when I be the man
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| Backward three coupe when I’m in the
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| No cute chick think that I’m in a plus
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| That week coke coke when I’m in the bus
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| Got CCQ with coke with an over cue
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| But chika bobba bombin with us
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| Back with the info, it took you hook line sink her low
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| All these verses sound so slow
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| Rappers, let my people go
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| Hocus-pocus make it last
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| Rock emcees and I take the stash
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| Watch us face, innovate 'em, take 'em
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| Let’s move this fast
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| Crown watching, flopping, plotting
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| Hope raise in stocking
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| This game ain’t saying nothing, hip-hopping is Jeffrey Dahmer
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| So down Dummings, on dillage, no longer slumming
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| But I’ve been bombin' since Sunday mornin' ha
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| The coming
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| You thought that you would have it easy
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| You weren’t even supposed to see me
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| But now you’ve got me wild for the night
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| This thing is out of sight
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| It wasn’t even supposed to happen
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| You acted as you were assassin
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| So now you’ve got me wild for the night
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| This thing is out of sight
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| Damn it right
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| Yeah, what’s up, Toronto, I’m Johnny Depp
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| Like Tano, the avaricious man
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| Pass me the bottle so we can celebrate
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| This is my motto, that you too can get it like bono frats Soprano
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| A tenant that sing Mr. Cado like wall in the tenner lotto
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| You commercialize my style
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| Took it to down and you drove around a while
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| But now I want it back with some interest on the plow
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| Chicken bone me, chicken bone me, chicken went fowl
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| And did you know, when the verog on my style is vado
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| Kick 'em, pew the rag, took her back to the coupe
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| And I made a tag
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| Watch it boat, lemme make it back, my head so futuristic black
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| Coffee, soup, gotta oak it, gotta ok dokey it
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| Dope face, loap face, make it clap
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| Dr. Chang made a man so funkey, like I forget where it at
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| Back, woke track, d-track chack
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| Jack jack time’s runnin out, yo time’s runnin' out |