| When Dre rap you hear hand claps and toe taps
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| I rock off iPod no mo show DATs
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| On stage gettin filmed by Justin Lomax
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| Get off stage feel like I ran about four laps
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| Get off stage get paid about four racks
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| Meanwhile my freestyles kill yo wrote raps
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| Fresh cat in net backs no pro backs or throwbacks
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| I’m slept on but no match, get stepped on like floor mats
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| I’ll cut cut my dreads off get a high top, let 'em grow back
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| If I wanna I’m gonna, bitch you know that
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| Fans no I’m fonky they want me on they Kodak
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| Feds don’t want me cuz they know I ain’t gone go back
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| 40 toes, four hoes, down like four flats
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| Bring me back some backwoods baby, four packs
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| She bought my Jordans in Portland and got charged no tax
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| I spit fully auto, full throttle with no naps
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| Hoes ain’t dumb they gone come and ho willingly
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| But broke ones wit no funds is no fun, they killin me
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| We Heros, when we roll, we roll wit artillary
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| I’m Dregan the one that knock pill for pillary (2x)
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| When Mall flows the hoes go postal
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| And thugs go nuts like we handin out bundles
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| Promotas have my money cuz I got cutthoat muscle
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| Crack a smerk helmet, won’t argue or tussle
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| Mack The Most, but u can call me Russell
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| Thizzin, keep fly Asian women comin in and out my billin
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| Dre and me is boss mackin to the highest degree
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| Triple C beast, my name rings in Berlin Germany
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| Keep a bitch servin me with upmost curtousy
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| When Mall move smooth like I’m doin, Thia Chi
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| Maybe its that country club blood in me
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| That make my mouthpiece so deadly
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| This pay style trick never treat
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| Sawyer Street pedigry got ya scared ta breathe
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| But my backwood burnin paraqui purple trees
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| I’m mean
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| Hoes ain’t dumb when they come they ho willingly
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| But broke ones wit no funds is no fun, they killin me
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| We heros, when we roll, we roll wit artillary
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| Mallenium, I work a fast bitch for a mill or three |