| What uh yeah, come on
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| Ke' keeping it hot what uh, Ke' keeping it hot yeah
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| Uh, Ke' keeping it hot
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| I need some’ing jazzy, sophisticated X-rated
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| Freaky and dedicated, highly anticipated I’m just so thugged out
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| I’m living life, as a G
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| Hit the pad and turn it up, and try to smoke a QP
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| Watch them space age broads, cause they think they slick
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| Get to running they mouth quick, trying to catch em a trick
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| I like em super-duper fine, with they g-string tight
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| Couple squares of flight, and she gon work it all night
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| This the pimp zone, where niggas get lynched on
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| And all that chatter just don’t matter, cause I’ve been gone
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| I’m trying to get high mayn, you know I gotta stay lit
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| Full of that sticky-icky shit, that them white boys get
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| You can catch me on the highway, cause it ain’t no joke
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| Me manish and Appy Scappy, in a cloud of smoke
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| Where my dogs at, and where you cats at
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| We roll it up and twist it fat, because it’s like that
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| We get our smoke on, keep some’ing to choke on
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| We hit the club and get a broad, and then get straight gone
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| I get my blaze on, as I’m playing for competition
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| Smother the opposition, till I’m done with the mission
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| I stay fired up, to keep the stress off my mind
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| Hustling and making runs, trying to dodge doing time
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| My lifestyle, consists of dirt and bad habits
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| Murder money and tragic, killer weed and magic
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| This a different page, I’m tal’n bout really in a rage
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| Fuck minimum wage, getting twenty for the stage
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| On a paper hunt, getting gritty for mo'
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| Six figgas is alright, but it be coming too slow
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| I put my soldier rag out, when my times gets tough
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| I gotta stay with some’ing to puff, because this world is rough
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| So get your groove on, then try to move on
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| And let em know that you for real, and you gon come strong
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| Go on rock it go on drop it, girl that’s all on you
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| I call the shots on this track, like a real pimp do
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| So save the drama for you mama, or you riding or not
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| Cause if you ain’t that lil' mess, then go take your spot
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| Say you hot girl, I saw you peeping from afar
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| Let me see you do your thang, in the presence of a star
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| She don’t give a damn, she just wanna bite the bar
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| Strip and skinny dip, up in the bubble bath spa
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| Smoke on light green rolled up, out the jar
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| Jump in the king sizes, take a thug to war
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| I’m on cruise control, for the rest of the night
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| Just a mack of all trades, with his shit locked tight
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| Where my dogs at, they got this motherfucker jumping
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| Where my hogs at, cause we ain’t got time for the bumping
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| Independent black owned, standing tall and strong
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| Got bout five or six cars, two or three cell phones
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| This is mob status, cause we some young tycoons
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| Trying to have mo' money, than silver spoons what |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where My Dog At , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Platinum In Da Ghetto, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп