| I love the colorful clothes she wears)
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| Is that right
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| Colorful clothes?
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| (And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair)
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| Ha
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| Bring the beat in, man
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| Yeah
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| I.U
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| Marco Polo
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| This shit right here is history… in the making
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| Huh?
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| Check it
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| I been in the game since Daddy Kane sayin No Half-Steppin'
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| When Large Pro rocked with the Main I was reppin
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| Before the game changed and the bullshit trappin
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| I was already a legend, veteran, ask your bredren
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| I scored me a classic, my first LP
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| Until you cowards do the same, fuck can you tell me?
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| I’m from the era of the boom bap, the real rap
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| Before the West or the Dirty South was even on the map
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| When niggas wore fatigues and they hat to the back
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| Now they dressin like hoes in colorful, tight clothes
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| This game’s in the shambles now, anything goes
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| Come on, skateboard gear? |
| The fuck outta here
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| When Nas said the shit was dead I read it loud and clear
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| That’s why I ain’t turned the radio on in 'bout a year
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| Cause Hot 97 be playin that garbage
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| And Power 105 be playin that garbage
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| Then these bullshit labels keep signin that garbage
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| Fuck that, I.U., I’mma give you the hardness
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| I’m a soldier, and soldiers do militant shit
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| I live and die by the code, and that’s as real as it get
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| I ain’t a Blood or a Crip, I’m a thug with a clip
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| And when I empty it out, niggas' blood gon' drip
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| You gon' give me respect in this bitch, by any means
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| Or get hung by the chain on your tight-ass jeans
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| Your days are numbered, your future ain’t as bright as it seems
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| I’m 'bout to end your career right mo’fuckin here
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| Before we go further, let’s get this clear
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| I Dot, I’m the Mack of the Year
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| Cocksucker
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| (The veteran) --] Guru
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| (Runnin my plan, I’m the better man) --] Guru
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| I speak my mind cause a closed mouth don’t get fed
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| And hustle hard, cause lazy niggas don’t get bread
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| I’m from the 'Stead where these young boys bust for nothin
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| Hummer stuntin like they ain’t scared of jail or somethin
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| I just laugh cause I’m past that
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| You came to beef, I came to ask where the ass at, the cash at
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| I’m the last of a dying breed, you buyin weed
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| I’m growin a whole farm to grow marijuana on
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| And I don’t even smoke but my money kinda long
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| And my team blow pot, so fuck it, why not
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| Live from the streets of the 'Stead it’s I Dot
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| You want what I got, yeah nigga, I’m hot
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| You say a old school rapper can’t get no play
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| But the Rolling Stones can sell a million records today
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| Well shit, if that’s the case I’m the rap Mick Jagger
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| Pretty chick bagger, check the stick swagger
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| I came in the game, I was ahead of my time
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| This era is mine, you listen to a veteran rhyme
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| I score points like Shaq in the post packin a toast
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| Far as dough, Steady Flow stackin the most
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| So be easy, you cowards don’t want no discrepancy
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| Especially steppin to me without a weapon, G
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| You must be out your rabbit ass mind
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| MP stop the track, this here’s the last line
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| I’m out
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| Fuckers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Veteran , by - Marco Polo. Song from the album The Stupendous Adventures of Marco Polo, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп