| My style can’t be duplicated or recycled
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| This chick is a sick individual
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| SICKTATE, VOLUME TWO, BELIEVE IT!
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| HO! |
| HO!
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| Let me switch up the game
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| I drink that co-gnac
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| Step back cause I might put it ON ya
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| I go deep, so deep 'til you sleep
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| Count sheep, wake you up from all week
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| You don’t want me have to SHOW ya
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| How a freak bitch act when I ain’t SO-ber
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| Whattup, I’m to' up, sho' nuff
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| Ain’t scared to take it out, tell the freak to take it off
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| Tipsy and I feel, good
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| Black dudes got big woods
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| Into it, I do it, I did it
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| If you really really want it then nigga stop frontin
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| Aiy boy you know I’m yo' type
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| Five two I wear my jeans real tight
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| My curves, they swerve, so superb
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| My word is my word and I came to serve
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| WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this
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| WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH!
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| It don’t matter where you’re from it’s where you’re at
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| And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats nigga
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| East, coast, West, coast
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| Down, South represent ya coast
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| YEAH WE RUN IT, AND YEAH WE RUN IT
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| Y’ALL DON’T WANT IT, CAUSE MY COAST RUN IT
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| Uh-ohh, we run this shit, uhh, WE RUN THIS SHIT
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| WICKED! |
| Wanna pull my hair, break my back
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| For the right money might sit in your 'llac
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| Back to back, and can’t even keep track
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| It’s a fact the freaks love to get slapped
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| Suck my toes and then the backrub
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| I don’t come to do it, I just wanna be touched
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| Look at how y’all makin me blush
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| I’m enough to go around so people don’t push
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| Don’t push — when I run that tush in the bush
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| Don’t my diamonds look real good
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| And they shine so hard, that he glitters
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| So many karats they look like critters
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| And we can do it all night
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| Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe
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| I like to keep a nigga hype
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| I wanna know can you handle my mic
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| WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this
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| WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH!
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| It don’t matter where you’re from it’s where you’re at
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| And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats nigga
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| East, coast, West, coast
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| Down, South represent ya coast
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| YEAH WE RUN IT, AND YEAH WE RUN IT
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| Y’ALL DON’T WANT IT, CAUSE MY COAST RUN IT
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| Uh-ohh, we run this shit, uhh, WE RUN THIS SHIT
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| Any hustlers in the party y’all — HELL YEAH
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| If youse a pimp lemme see you party hard — HELL YEAH
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| Ohhhh strippers take yo' clothes off — HELL YEAH
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| Y’all superstars, y’all don’t need no bodyguards — HELL YEAH
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| Nigga I bo-gart
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| A lot of rappers fakin way too hard
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| Pull up at the club in a rental car
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| Where them freaks at, the freaks at the bar where the hard drinks are
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| Don’t, start
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| You don’t want beef, don’t take it that far with a superstar
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| I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt
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| Misdemeanor too much and I don’t give a fuck
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| WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this
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| WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH!
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| It don’t matter where you’re from it’s where you’re at
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| And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats nigga
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| WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this
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| WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH!
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| Represent ya coast and act like ya know
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| Know how to act 'fore you step your two feet in the do'
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| VOLUME TWO, HOLLA!
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| WICKED! |
| THIS SHIT IS SICK!
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| BIG SHOUT OUT TO MOBB DEEP |