| I be what is known as a soldier out to make a mint
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| Keepin' the crowd pumped like I was Folder, ask yo bitch
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| Mall is in the house for '92, 90-fuckin-3
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| Keepin' the suckas stressin' off my Strictly SES Faculty
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| Never needs no pipe, when ya fuckin with some dope like this
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| I got the fools trippin', the hoes, niggas, and the tricks
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| Be askin' whats the aspects of a young playas game
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| Sufferin' through playa stress, pimpin' through the snow and rain
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| The sleet and on them mothafuckin' sunny days
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| Stayin' on my toes like I was told by young Mac Dre
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| I said in the last I’mma savage when I go up in 'em
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| Never thought yo' hoe be bendin' over for the next nigga
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| Love to hit the dank, can’t fuck with that Qaddafi
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| Since I’m comin' viscious, man, these niggas wanna pop me
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| But I just keep the game tight, you know, like a playa should
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| Just load the clip up, 30 rounds, fool, then it’s all good
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| Then it’s all good
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| It’s all good
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| It’s all good
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| You know it’s all good
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| Check this shit out
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| I’m hearin' hella mothafuckas tryna be actin', runnin' at the mouth
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| Thinkin' they can fuck with a youngster, fool, I got some doubts
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| How you gon' step and the fact, it’s already known
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| I need to put the latex on my mic, I’ve fucked so many times
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| Bringin' the suckas home, I’m not ya average singer
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| Get a middle finger, I pulled the millimeter
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| I wouldn’t wanna be ya, the electric shock’ll see ya
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| Peep the little red dot then you’ll pop, YEAH
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| The rollers wanna hem me at the station
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| They trippin' like they basin, mad as fuck 'cause we poppin' across the nation
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| I gotsta send love to Mac Dre and Young Kilo
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| Feds tried to fade, but soon y’all gon' be free tho
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| And much indo gon' be lit when y’all hit the strip
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| Game don’t stop from the Crest BIATCH!
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| It’s all good
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| That’s right, it’s all good, muthafucka
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| They don’t hear me though
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| It’s all good
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| It’s all good
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| (Hey potna, where you from, mayne?)
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| Who me?
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| Straight Sawyer Street dwella, fly young fella
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| Got the pimp takin' they bitch because they know that I got hella
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| Game and Mall’s the name, man, these fools don’t wanna fuck with me
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| Should I slang the D, or come up on the R-A-P
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| I love the M-A-C, cuddie, may you rest in peace
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| I eats a big feast after smokin' dank with DJ Cease
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| Fila’s on my feet, I’m sharp like a khaki crease
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| Some playas think I’m diznope, some Erk-n-Jerk and Kiznoke
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| In my fuckin' lungs, I got the doja dank smiznoke
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| Sometimes I get liznoke, I sit outside criznazy
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| I pack a Tiznec niznine 'cause fools be tryna spriznay me
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| I was at the telly, with this hoe named Kelly
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| Had the Iznerk and the Jiznerk and a siznack of that mellie
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| The hoe was kinda siznick, all up on my diznick
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| And since she love the SES I got some cuddie she can get wit'
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| These fools don’t understand because the game got chepa
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| I’m the telly room keepa, the through-your-window creepa
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| Its playas in the SES, I thought you knew
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| You do what you gotta do, as long as you pay my crew
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| It’s all good
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| It’s all good (Repeats until end)
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| (Get your hand off my leg… Get your leg off my hand) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's All Good , by - Mac Mall. Song from the album Illegal Business?, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп