| They call me a ruler, trend setter, makin' life feel better
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| Breaking order like a leader now follow
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| Poppin' a collar, yea hustle a dollar
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| You can’t touch us like MC Hammer
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| Eat my mum’s string hoppers, jump in the chopper
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| Yea, chop up a mango with salt and pepper
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| Holla, holla, holla, true scholar with the nona
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| And I’m here to shine the light on the matter
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| At the border I see the patroller cruising past in their car
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| Creeping in my socks and slipper
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| Mexicans say «hola!»
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| At the border I see the patroller cruising past in their car
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| Hiding in my Toyota Corolla, everybody say «Y.A.L.A.!»
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| Baller, a baller, got a friend called Burma
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| And he looks at Obama when we burner
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| Turtleneck and bomber
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| It’s a Bamboo Banga
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| And you know I’m comin' back with power
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| Yea '64 Impala, Hummer or Toyota
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| When I drive in I’m a winner
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| Whatever I’mma rap got fuel in the burner
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| Off the grid, staying off the radar
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| At the border I see the patroller cruising past in their car
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| Creeping in my socks and slipper
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| Mexicans say «hola!»
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| At the border I see the patroller cruising past in their car
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| Hiding in my Toyota Corolla, everybody say «Y.A.L.A.!»
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| Yea, shoot at a shooter, yea shoot a computer
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| Pour yourself a shot of teqkilla
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| Time for a banger, throw up your middle finger
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| I’m a writer competition we gon' murder
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| I’m a fighter and a lover like winter and summer
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| I ain’t really looking for no drama
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| At the border I see the patroller cruising past in their car
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| Creeping in my socks and slipper
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| Mexicans say «hola!»
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| At the border I see the patroller cruising past in their car
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| Hiding in my Toyota Corolla, everybody say «Y.A.L.A.!» |