| I’m out the gate like Seabiscuit, free with it
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| Countless bars, others pay to see me lift it
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| Raise It Up like Slum
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| I made it up baby, if it’s Yuk, I’m Knum
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| Stinky, pinky, shrink me, shrunk me, done
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| You think we kinky, me thinky… you dumb
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| I run my mouth like the south run the radio
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| Round the clock, I love bass heads daily grow
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| Backward, that’s awkward, I observe
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| One with the Earth man even if I’m on swerve
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| Towards the bull, headed for the course
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| To pull you in fool
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| What pool you in?
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| It’s us again
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| Living Legends you can tell a friend
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| We wouldn’t hurt you, let this work you as the record spins around
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| Through the thick and thin
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| Whenever we in 'em, we gon' win again
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| We makin' music, you can use it to the very end
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| Yes, M.U.R.S., fresh off the Mid-City block
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| Heard some of y’all say we really ain’t hot
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| I could give a fuck less than an inner city cop
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| Got my ass on a jet, Ipod fully stocked
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| I’m a P.I.M.P.3
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| Rhyme book steady screamin' in my ear like «empty me!»
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| Into a whole clip, until I hear it go «click, pow»
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| Here’s a sick style, suckers tryin' to get down
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| And don’t get yo ass up until I tell you to
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| Double L’s the crew
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| Without them initials (what?)
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| You couldn’t make a call
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| These players couldn’t ball
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| But most importantly
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| We couldn’t do this for y’all |