| Yo. |
| yeah that’s the shit
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| Yo 'Preme roll it up son
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| This smells good, huh? |
| huh?
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| Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, uh-huh
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| The bitches in the party, 21 and up
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| From the streets, sophisticated, Cozmo in the cup
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| See you niggas mug shot, grilling wide
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| Cause your bitch got the husk of a thug
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| That’s a billing plus a villain
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| I’m about million, keep playing around like children
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| Your mother, father, brother, sister never know who killed them
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| Say my name in your jurisdiction
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| Y’all niggas non-fiction
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| What y’all niggas know about friction?
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| Man listen, when I got a pot to piss in
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| Hot chicken with some rice and beans
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| I rock the ice and gleam
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| Cutie booty with the Gucci jeans
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| She heard of my team, fire like gasoline
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| Bout to get y’all niggas jumping like some trampoline
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| How she want that?
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| Anaconda up in her stomach
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| She felt me comin 'round the corner when I come
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| As I move to the bass and drum I fear none
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| Ayyo I love this game for real
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| For hip hop — chill
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| Lie, cheat and steal
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| Rap pays the bills
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| Who’s tired of hearing wack shit?
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| Make me wanna clap shit
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| We all is some rap kid
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| Got this in the bag kid
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| The flow is ridiculous
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| In other words sick with this
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| How you gon' get with this?
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| Hot track, flip with this
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| Murder words and heard
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| This, that and the third
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| Shit flows out nigga
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| This is one turf
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| «Hip hop set out the dark» (x2)
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| «Niggas do.» |
| (x2)
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| Up in the club with a drink in my hand
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| Some bitch done got slapped, screaming «That's my man!»
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| Damn, that’s the type of shit I can’t stand
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| What a girl do to be ya number one fan
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| Brothers put away your guns
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| Fuck that — we fumble shit and came to have fun
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| All up in the mix trying to bag my bitch
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| Mad cause you can’t rock the mic like this
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| I’m from a class of the great
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| Here comes a bastard case
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| Under pressure these dudes crack like plastic clays
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| I stay roasted, smoke hash, laugh and spray
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| When it comes to ass I’m like drop dudes, don’t have to wait
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| My glass hit let the heat go
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| Whenever we need those
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| Flow tighter than Speedos
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| Never let my grief show
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| Spray shots, stay wop, my niggas hate cops
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| Catch me at the haze spot
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| We’re about eight blocks
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| And a few chicks watch the God do this
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| Nuisance to the mic, I might lose this
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| Mind outta control but control the nine
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| For these chicks my love grow with time
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| Years of playing out in the rain
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| Your momma does the does
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| She says that we were bad
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| I thought I’d never going on
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| She wild, so now she’s on
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| For girl you look so sad
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| I met Doo Wop when you feel in love
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| Touchin me, I told you not to grind while you clutchin me
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| Do you remember the love?
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| Do you remember the love?
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| You left me cold out to diiieee
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| Now I’m loveless, all by myself
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| «Hip-hop. |
| hip-hop. |
| hip-hop set out in the park»
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| «Niggas do.» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hip Hop 101 , by - Mathematics. Song from the album Love Hell or Right ( Da Come Up), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп