| Paper trail stay fallin' from the sky
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| Get away in that cherry bubble I
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| Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high
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| Spark the doobie, we about to get high
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| Money on my mind, about to get rich
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| We young tycoons on a platinum trip
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| From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh
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| New York to uh, Chicago and uh
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| Miami to the D town
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| Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin' it down
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| It’s like
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| Easy does it
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| This here be a doosie
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| My verbal treat a Double O snare like a floosy
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| Slide inside, then on to the next one
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| Spit that futuristic shit, George Jetson
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| Ultimate Fighter, ultimate writer
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| Stadium flow is made for cigarette lighters
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| Behind mics my live punch light
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| I’m Kimbo Slice
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| Invoke nice
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| Second to none
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| Bump gums like the set of Nick Teen
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| Nick Green with a sweeter sixteen and
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| Little Aaron Reed on MTV
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| Caviar in the form of an MP3
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| Made in conjunction with the real
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| Hand delivered down from Heaven underneath
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| Mr. Jabari Evans and
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| Paper trail stay fallin' from the sky (pick it up)
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| Get away in that cherry bubble I
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| Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high
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| Spark the doobie, we about to get high
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| Money on my mind, about to get rich
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| We young tycoons on a platinum trip
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| From ATL to uh, VA and uh
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| Berlin to uh, Dub A and uh
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| Seattle to the H town
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| Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin' it down
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| It’s Phon'
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| Tiggalo the show stopper
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| You and your crew look so opera
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| While I’m in Osaka
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| Lettin' the beats bang till I’m hard of hearing
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| Make the ear-ring just like some door knockers
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| I always got to do my job and stay on top of my
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| It wasn’t written little nigga, it was prophesied
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| In '03 I dropped The Listening and
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| It took me from Paris to New York to Michigan and
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| Niggas thought that we would get dropped
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| But I just made a pit stop
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| Re-tire like the Michelin Man
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| Now I’m back on the track like Ricky Bobby and I
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| Piss excellence, to step to this you outta your mind
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| Me and Naledge the team
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| It’s a movement but nah
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| We need class participation
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| Raise your hands to the sky
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| Let’s go
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| Paper trail stay fallin' from the sky (pick it up)
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| Get away in that cherry bubble I
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| Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high
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| Spark the doobie, we about to get high
|
| Money on my mind, about to get rich
|
| We young tycoons on a platinum trip
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| From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh
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| New York to uh, Chicago and uh
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| Miami to the D town
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| Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin' it down
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| A shot of brilliance
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| Chased with some excellence
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| Heavy on je ne sais quoi
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| Translation
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| I’m somethin' like a star
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| When it comes to the verbal spar
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| Ride tracks sorta like a Nascar
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| Limited time only
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| Take a rain check on the lame trip
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| Catch me on the? |
| sippin' Cabernet
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| Eatin'
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| Salmon fillet with peach jelly glaze
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| Strictly on some player shit
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| I’m not pardoning this
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| But I got no synonyms just to say the shit
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| I’m on my P’s & Q’s
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| Cross T’s, dot I’s
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| See the hunger runnin' south side in my brown eyes
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| Not sayin' that I was poor
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| But I was sayin' I could always use more
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| Paper trail stay fallin' from the sky (pick it up)
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| Get away in that cherry bubble I
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| Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high
|
| Spark the doobie, we about to get high
|
| Money on my mind, about to get rich
|
| We young tycoons on a platinum trip
|
| From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh
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| New York to uh, Chicago and uh
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| Miami to the D town
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| Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin' it down
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| All over the world |