| It’s that clutch flow, they need to roll
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| I’m going for the gusto, something you ain’t see before
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| They studying my verses, they saying I’m stunting on purpose
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| I’m dope to the underground, hoping that something will surface
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| It’s lit doe, see I get those fam
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| I’m connected, be it I flip those grams
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| Respect my G, or I’ll hit your man
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| My checks get cheese, WIC Program
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| I’m still lead with the block hit
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| I rounded, got soul keys, now I’m flowing with Locksmith
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| Pray to Bronx and I come from the X
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| I bring those arms and I come with the Tec
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| I spray the Thompson, I shoot to your chest
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| They Klay Thompson on they computer, nothing but net
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| I am the realest, I spit a disease, you just syphilis
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| What you know about the young homies on the back block?
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| Can’t make a dollar cause the whole hot
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| What you know about having to watch your back from
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| Those same niggas you came up with in the sandbox?
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| Ain’t no rules in the jungle
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| Ain’t no rules in the jungle
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| Said ain’t no rules in the jungle
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| Ain’t no rules in the jungle
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| Ain’t no rules in the jungle
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| There ain’t no rules in the jungle
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| Okay
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| Richmond, California, Crescent Park, ain’t no bitch in me
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| Niggas stumble on success, but I do it consistently
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| I knock a bitch until her fella step, yelling threats
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| I come to work in a hoodie like I’m Belichick
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| I’m from a place where every other waste is handgun
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| You from a place where niggas wear man buns
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| I see it clearly where I stand from, I’m in the city where you can’t come
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| This is for the slums that I strive within every squad try to to box with him
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| Young shooter like Steph, and these niggas is Oscar Robertson
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| Every record I set the record let’s set the record
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| My second effort is effortless, I expected better
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| I weathered the storm then I stormed out on my own two
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| I won’t do what niggas are prone to, the shit that I’ve grown through
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| Uh, I mean it might of scarred me mentally
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| Niggas can’t stop what they was meant to be
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| Richmond nigga, AH
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| What you know about the young homies on the back block?
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| Can’t make a dollar cause the whole hot
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| What you know about having to watch your back from
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| Those same niggas you came up with in the sandbox?
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| Ain’t no rules in the jungle
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| Ain’t no rules in the jungle
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| Said ain’t no rules in the jungle
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| Ain’t no rules in the jungle
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| Ain’t no rules in the jungle
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| There ain’t no rules in the jungle
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| Ain’t no rules in the jungle
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| Said ain’t no rules in the jungle
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| Ain’t no rules in the jungle
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| Ain’t no rules in the jungle
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| There ain’t no rules in the jungle |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Rules, artist - Locksmith. Album song The Lock Sessions, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп