| Yeah, uh-huh, watch this y’all
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| Uhh, watch this y’all
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| C’mon, Jigga, watch this y’all
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| C’mon, Roc-A-Fella y’all.
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| It’s Kid Capri and Jay-Z, it’s Jay-Z and Kid Capri
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| Cause I’m like that yo! |
| I’m really like that
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| As a young’un dumbin, gun in the waist
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| Sold crack to those who couldn’t take the pain
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| And had to numb it with base
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| Couldn’t drink the Henny straight, I needed somethin to chase
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| Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin nuttin to waste
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| Life’s like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place
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| Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past
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| I vowed to never stop winnin, 'til the earth stop spinnin
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| Rock hot linen, cop hot cars and hot women
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| If it’s not him then you got it confused, y’all not rememberin
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| My motto is simply I will not lose
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| Abide by the block rules, I buy my glocks used
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| wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it?
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| I’m raised, illrational, way misunderstood
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| If you ain’t live like I live, been one with the hood
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| I done what I could, to come up with this paper 'til this day still
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| Run with the hood, guess it’s part of my nature
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| If hell awaits a, nigga I’m comin with the razors
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| Still flashin ya shit, try to pass me in a six
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| Type classy on the wrists, every bit of 30 karats
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| This is, not a game this is not why I came
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| May these words find a spot on your brain and burn
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| Then I recycle my life I shall return
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| : Female voice and Jay-Z
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| How tight is your flow?
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| Cause I’m like that yo How right is your dough?
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| Cause I’m like that yo How white is your blow?
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| Cause I’m like that yo Only, write what you know
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| Cause I’m like that
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| I’m a hop skip and a jump from grippin the pump
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| Spittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chump
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| Shit, I get digits in lumps
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| I’m a motherfuckin problem, is this what you want?
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| Overachiever, I love chicks that puff cheeba in reefer paper
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| I hate the ones that blow up ya beeper
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| Cause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divas
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| Impregnate the world when I cum through your speakers
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| Fuck hot, my records got the fever
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| Niggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up I creep up when the beef heats up Caught him with his feet up and shoes off, bout to snooze off
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| Hatin, cause you can’t turn the booze off
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| You dudes is too soft, why I don’t fuck with you all
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| I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks
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| But, other than that, I don’t be fuckin with cats
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| Just me Ty and B.I., thug it like that
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| E, Dame and Biggs, what’s fuckin with that?
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| Y’all can never diss Jigga, get nothin for that
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| Other than a couple of slugs in ya back
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| Rappers y’all, runnin around like I won’t gun ya down
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| Last nigga that fronted, two shots spun him around
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| Lord, accept this offerin here’s somethin for your crown
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| I admit no malice, I just met his challenge and won
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| — Repeat 3x
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| Girls and guns, all I want
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| stock exchange, rocks and thangs |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Like That , by - Kid Capri. Song from the album Vol.2 ... Hard Knock Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп