| I know the game bro, I count the same dough
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| P.I. |
| style, gators with the Kangol
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| I move on the floor, hit the towel, same flow
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| 60 minutes on stage, spectacular show
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| Kurt on the turns, edged up with sideburns
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| We do the thing right, we do the thing tight
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| The press is there, we get you out the spotlight
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| You think you hot right, over like Cartwright
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| You can’t even rhyme, I leave you when you start to write
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| Cash and run, yo cash in son
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| How you gon’take me, I heard of you vaguely
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| Strictly the master, you can’t game me We sport the Kangols with the flyest clothes
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| The legendary, the metaphor king with metaphor swing
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| Collect our checks and take the girls home
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| You know you rappers are lame, full time I’m runnin the game
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| Momentum I get 'em I spit 'em with venom
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| My cadences hit 'em, like his girl babysit him
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| You know the facts, clone stage put your acts on Gas up, you pump up, with the Exxon
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| Girls get wet, spin around, break your neck
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| Like Crazy Legs, Adidas suits start to break and sweat
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| Come out retirement, fools come and place your bet
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| You just a gay non-kitten that I gotta pet (MEOW!)
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| I’m climbin up, role call, I ain’t finished yet
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| Speed is hype feed, offbeat you regret
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| Catch the breeze, stop and ease
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| Stop it please, now you phony kid you tryin to jet
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| I set up roadblock, rock 'em sock 'em like a robot
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| Women touch theyself, grab they parts for delf
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| Man you stay on the shelf, can a man flow?
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| Can a man go, right at the place
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| At nighttime, watch me glow, get on the field
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| Quarterback, watch me throw, watch me flow
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| Turn around, put up your names up, fire and flames up Come and you came up, change the game up Talk and walk, talk and hawk
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| Jock me now, jock me later, your DJ slide
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| Kicked his mix down to the fader
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| Voicemail, hit your man on his pager |