| I bongo with my lingo
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| And beat it like a wing, yo
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| To Congo, to Colombo
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| Can’t stereotype my thing, yo
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| I salt and pepper my mango
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| Shoot, spit out the window
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| Bingo, I got him in the thing, yo
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| Now what? |
| I’m doing my thing, yo
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| Quit bending all my fingo
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| Quit beating me like you’re Ringo
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| You wanna go? |
| You wanna win a war?
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| Like P.L.O. |
| I don’t surrendo'
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| The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
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| Are over you, my baby
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| And some showers I’ll be aiming at you
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| 'Cause I’m watching you, my baby
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| I bongo with my lingo
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| And beat like a wing, yo
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| To Congo, to Colombo
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| Can’t stereotype my thing, yo
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| I checked that mouth on 'im
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| Fucking checked that gas on 'im
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| I had him, cornered 'im
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| Fucking shut that gate on 'im
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| Why would you listen to him?
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| He had his way, I’m bored of him
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| I’m tired of him
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| I don’t wanna be as bad as 'im
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| It’s a bomb, yo
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| So run, yo
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| Put away your stupid gun, yo
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| 'Cause see through like protocol
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| That’s why we blow it up 'fore we go
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| The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
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| Are over you, my baby
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| And some showers I’ll be aiming at you
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| 'Cause I’m watching you, my baby
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| The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
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| Are over you, my baby
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| And some showers I’ll be aiming at you
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| 'Cause I’m watching you, my baby
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| Semi-9 and snipered 'im
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| On that wall they posted 'im
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| They cornered 'im
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| And then just murdered 'im
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| He told them he didn’t know them
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| He wasn’t there they didn’t know him
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| They showed him a picture then
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| Ain’t that you with the muslims?
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| He had Colgate on his teeth
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| And Reebok Classics on his feet
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| At a factory he does Nike
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| And then helps the family
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| Beat heart beat
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| He’s made it to the Newsweek
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| Sweetheart seen it
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| He’s doing it for the peeps
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| Peace
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| The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
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| Are over you, my baby
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| And some showers I’ll be aiming at you
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| 'Cause I’m watching you, my baby
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| The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
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| Are over you, my baby
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| And some showers I’ll be aiming at you
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| 'Cause I’m watching you, my baby
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| The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
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| Are over you, my baby
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| And some showers I’ll be aiming at you
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| 'Cause I’m watching you, my baby |