| How’s everybody doing, this is Chaundon, you know me; |
| Dunniford Duvall
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| I’m over here chilling with Little Brother right now
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| And it’s feel good, you see us
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| I’m listening to The Minstrel Show (hahaha)
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| You ain’t heard, it’s the biggest colored show on earth
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| I’m overweight, Rapper’s fat to death
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| Obese when these beats catch wind of my breath
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| And yes, you ain’t heard you still rocking with the best
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| I just saved y’all from taking a guess
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| Not jeans, my dear
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| You ain’t worthy to breathe my air
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| Or stand tall in the pair I wear
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| Am I making it clear
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| As the best to lay his head 'round here
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| And no I’m not the heir apparent to whoever…
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| They never could out hit us (hit us)
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| Tried to think fast but never could out wit us (wit us)
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| The only thing they could ever do was outfit us
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| When clothes fit strange
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| I’m playin' Rick James
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| «Fuck yo' couch nigga!»
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| I’m comin' out with a bang
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| Straight Tay, Pooh, and 9th with no middle man
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| Everybody at the label asking «will it bang?»
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| I say chill, 'just take a percocet or ritalin'
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| Now, let the people sing
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| 10 G’s a show
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| Whylin' out with pretty Tony and O
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| (We make’em wanna say it again, yeah, we make’em wanna say it again)
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| Beats from Mr. Douthit
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| Fresh jeans, fresh clothes, and outfits (let me hear it)
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| (We make’em wanna say it again, uhh yeah, we make’em wanna say it again)
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| I got so many rhymes, many styles to go with
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| And my competition all the while be hoping
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| That I’ll quit bringing the pain like Ibuprofen
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| I can’t dog, can’t you see that the crowd is open
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| I mean, mouths is open
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| Hands in the air, just so aroused and focused
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| This is a movement, nigga its bigger than showbiz
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| This is how I live it
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| I love hip hop, I just hate the niggas in it
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| It’s like, I’m just another nigga rockin' the mic
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| That’s way above average and take it however you like
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| However despite I’m left to write
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| 'Till my forearms get all tight
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| And my fingers start cramping up
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| Pose ampin' up I’m standing, what
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| Y’all niggas ain’t man enough, chill
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| Agitating like dandruff
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| I ain’t talking all tough, but them people keep saying…
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| Big trucks and wheels
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| Dominican broads that’s cookin' my meals aye papito one time
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| (We make’em wanna say it again, yeah, we make’em wanna say it again) check it
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| out
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| Niggas copy my style
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| Big Dho walking down the aisle sing it to them
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| «She's your queeeeeeeen to beeeeee»
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| Yeah, we make’em wanna say it again…
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| Ayo, they beggin' for a taste of it
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| Get a plate, grab a cup or something, my nigga stop frontin'
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| On a mission, dudes still hunting
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| So stay out my way, act like you want something
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| Yo, my girl’s a grown woman who ain’t trynna get her eagle on
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| She’d rather be in bed gettin' her Kegel on
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| In and out, working the walls when the heat is on
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| Like Mary J. or Tweet is on, now sing along…
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| Fresh clothes and cribs
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| Gimme a salad pass 9th the ribs
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| (We make’em wanna say it again, ooh we make’em wanna say it again) now bring it
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| back
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| Getting what’s finally mine
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| Sign of relief, cause we finally signed (I'm home niggas)
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| (We make’em wanna say it again, yeah, we make’em wanna say it again)
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| Say it one more time for that girl named Pam Graham
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| On some Black Sheep shit
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| She got me sayin' damn damn
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| (You make me wanna say it again
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| You make me wanna say it again)
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| Now say it one more time for my nigga named pretty Tony
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| That always come through wit' the hoes the one and only (yeah) |