| Say somethin' say it again, I dare ya!
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| I got somethin' that’ll do a little more than scare ya
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| They say wear a raincoat or we might get wet
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| Well I ain’t met a motha (HEH) who can do that yet!
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| Talkin that jibbity jabba bout to put some hot ones through us
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| Do somethin' to us, talk go through us
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| Your girlie wanna do us, the Snake and the Bat cats
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| She off some of that fluid, just for shakin that back fat
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| We come in peace, but you know we got our pieces
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| Can be the beast, takin out all 32 teeth is
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| Cuz church folks got limits to that limits you to minuscule
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| Words you can use to make criminals diminish you
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| Finish you and your women too, wet you like a swimmin poo'
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| That 80's baby face got 44's and turned to 88's
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| But keep em in my holster I’m supposed to be the nice guy
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| Don’t do me like that, keep on poppin off then I’ll be right back
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| Big Scoob
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| Tech N9ne
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| YATES!
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| Why you yellin' on my phone like you major
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| Actin like you killin' you witness somebody paid ya'
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| If you really want N9na in ya spot then I can aid ya'
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| I’ll be right back on tour then me and my rellies invade ya'
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| Nigga I got riders in Fresno, neva scared to let lead go
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| Your message was womanish betta yet it sounded real lesbo
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| Like a gay woman you trip cuz anotha bitch said so
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| Just tell the truth you trippin' cuz I’m reppin that red tho
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| But don’t be actin like you don' know C-Bo is my family
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| And you claimin' West Coast Mafia soundin' real gandy
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| C-Bo don’t be runnin' wit niggas feelin' dandy in panties
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| Instead of a man these pansies hand me a shanty
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| Stop callin' me from a private number violent gunner
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| In a silent slumber, die and it wonders, rise at thunder
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| Is it because ya chick gave me a night cap and you don’t like that?
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| Well dont worry homie my tour is comin I’ll be right back |