| WHOO KID DROP THAT SHIT!
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| 'Ey!
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| 'Ey nigga guess what!
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| Ain’t a damn thang changed!
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| DAMN!
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| I can grab sixteen cars every sixteen bars (uh-huh!)
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| My flow hard! |
| — These nigga’s is whip cream soft. |
| (whooo!)
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| And I can still hit you with the lip beam off
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| Leave four tire marks from a mink green Porche. |
| (er! er!)
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| I got a hideout in the West so I stay warm
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| And hoes rushin' me without the tank spray on (ahaha!)
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| I’m in a Jet and there’s green by the box in it
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| Headed to the A where they lean with it rock with it.
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| All my rings got lil' green rocks in it (bling!)
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| Ridin' with a Radar, I can pick up the cops with it! |
| (I see!)
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| What you know about? |
| ! |
| Who’s in and out the house? |
| ! |
| (nothin'!)
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| New York nigga with old schools in and out the South. |
| (UH!)
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| I take a throw back, gold 'Lac and made it chrome
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| You can’t get it your bread thin as a Razor phone. |
| (AAARRRGGGHH!)
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| Do me a favor homes? |
| ! |
| — Stay out my way! |
| (yeah!)
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| Every nigga that get in the way got to pay!
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| These fake ballers eatin' Hip-Hop away! |
| (yeah!)
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| I’m Magic! |
| I’m Bird! |
| I’m Dr. J. (yeah!) |
| I’m Kong! |
| I’m Martin! |
| I’m Malcolm X! |
| (YEAH!)
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| He’s cool, but I don’t know about the rest. |
| (whooo!)
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| I slept on these LPs since I left you
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| I ain’t like them other niggas, I’m SPECIAL! |
| (SPECIAL!)
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| Rap got hoes runnin' in and out the biz' (f*ck you bitch!)
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| Bitch don’t watch me! |
| Watch your kids! |
| (KIDS!)
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| I’m stuntin'! |
| — Worry about nothin'! |
| (uh!)
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| These niggas frontin' or on drugs or somethin'. |
| (whatchu want?)
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| You could drop the same day and still ain’t this (naaah!)
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| And every nigga with a record deal ain’t rich! |
| (naaaah!)
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| I’m a hit record babe, they give me the right pitch
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| I’m the real deal! |
| — They phony and iceless.
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| Get on that slippery shit! |
| (uh-huh!) — And get your Dickies ripped. |
| (uh-huh!)
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| With the same Shotgun, they shot Ricky with
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| A sweet dream is my mom on trips! |
| (uh!)
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| A crib on a cliff and Sadams lil' bricks. |
| (haha!)
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| Bumpin' Blood Money on my way up town
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| And on my way back down I’m rollin' out a quarter pound — NOW!
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| Now…
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| Pal…
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| It’s over!
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| You ain’t f*ckin' with me nigga…
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| Huh? |
| !
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| Nobody…
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| This is Lamonte Odom out the Los Angeles Lakers, Queens neither! |
| And you listenin' to G-UUUUNIT… Radio!
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| With my nigga… Lloyd Bank$!
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| DJ Whoo Kid! |
| (YEAH!) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Special, artist - Lloyd Banks. Album song Mo' Money in the Bank, Pt. 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп