| Yeaaaa. |
| uhhh
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| I like the way that sounds
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| uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Nooowww
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| Check Check
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| Nigga you feelin like a frog when you jump
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| One leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk
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| From the trunk to the dump
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| Ima rain on em, put the chump on a slump
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| Like a rib shot, thats what the customers want
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| Dont ya?, This aint ya typical story
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| Thefore i dont fall in the category
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| Im cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis
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| Blue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace
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| Dimes all way down till the rats wanna check this
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| Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist
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| Especially, if ya rest next to me Nigga come testin me youll get the gun recipe
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| These old niggas want the new born sound
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| Actin like they dont know who hold New York down
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| Yea i use to buy knicks, ten years later
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| Now im super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit
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| I slip 100 proof till im ripped
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| And wave at the haters, got em root canal sick
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| Tell me you niggas like to make a scene so the lamas close
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| That kind of shit dont fly like Mama jokes
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| We got em long, short, all kind of toast
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| Boy i done left shit trails all around the coast
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| To places you gettin 'round by boat
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| I get a pound, i smoke, i put it down, im dope
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| Im on scope when i pass the block, i make traffic stop
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| A product of everything that made the apple rott
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| This apple jacks, way long before the platnium plaques
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| The pro-tools and the wax
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| Take a step back before ya catch a contact
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| The flow’s like a M-16 wit the arm strapped
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| Ima bomb on these niggas till they cant bomb back
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| The hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack
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| Alot of shit has changed since i came
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| Yall done came around here fuckin up the game
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| Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain
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| You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
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| Rob a store before you walk around poor
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| Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
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| You fuelin up my fire when you hate
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| So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake
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| I cant wait
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| And to the curtains close
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| its just me, the tooly, and them purple O’s,
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| Endo overload, drive like i own the roads
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| these niggas is puss, thats why my shoulders cold
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| Mac by the toilet bowl
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| Im ridin filthy in the Beamer
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| Cause i can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor
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| You drown in deep water
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| Every nigga around come from the street corner
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| Where you need your heat on ya Im on recline while my next CD climb
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| South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9
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| NYPD grind, why?, it aint a easy grind
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| A nigga try to get mine ima feed him nine
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| And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin your mural
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| For tryin to be a muthafuckin hero
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| Im fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi
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| I cant wait
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| Alot of shit has changed since i came
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| Yall done came around here fuckin up the game
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| Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain
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| You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
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| Rob a store before you walk around poor
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| Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
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| You fuelin up my fire when you hate
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| So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake
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| I cant wait
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| Ha Ha haaaaaaaaaaaa
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| Yeaaa, ugh, GGGGG-Unit
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| Boyyyyyyyyyyyy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Change , by - Lloyd Banks. Song from the album Rotten Apple, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп