| Come on everybody let’s all get down
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| To this old-school sound with that K-Lou pound
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| It goes a 1−2-3, 3 to 2−1
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| Can’t leave my house without packing my gun
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| I see
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| Niggas dying
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| Mamas crying
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| They sent cool back to jail
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| I said «ugh, you lying»
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| Man, I hope they don’t try to strike him out
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| Have him doing big time in Suzy’s house
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| Hard times is coming to my town
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| Graduated from the pen, no cap and gown
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| Cuz back in '85, school was soup
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| I wanted Trues and Vogues, so I sold goop
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| Oops-up-side my head
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| Next thing I know, I’m doing time in the feds
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| Big spreads with macks and killas
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| 415s and Black Gorillas
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| On the rilla, ugh, it’s nothing pretty
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| Can’t get caught slipping laying under the titty
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| Gotta be a savage, can’t be no jerk
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| Boy, I do’s dirt
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| And I’m a cold piece of work
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| You’s a smirk
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| And you’re scared to get down
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| You better do the hokey-pokey and turn yourself around clown
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| It’s going down
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| I thought you smelled it
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| Niggas PH-ing and they just can’t help it
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| I keep sucka reppellent
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| Cuz suckas is tellin
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| Hear it coming out they throat, I grab my coat and I’m bailing
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| Two years ago a cuddy of mine
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| Had to do some time 'cuz a nigga dropped a dime
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| I’m supa-sucka-free
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| And they can’t fuck with me
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| Cuz I’m a R-O-M-P from the C-R-E-S-T
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| We gets dumb
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| You know how we come
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| Making up words like shitty-run-fun
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| Shitty-run-fun? |
| Yeah, is you with me?
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| That’s when your stomach is bubbling and your booty is drippy
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| Sticky, gooey
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| Smoke it with the Louie
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| Step in the throne looking real rag-gooey
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| Oooowwheeee!!! |
| that’s how I sound
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| So come on everybody, let’s all get down |