| This one for the king of the super duper
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| Keak get well, we gon' shit like a pooper scooper
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| I’m ridin' for you, brodie, like a super Uber
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| Super Soaker on deck, we got stupid shooters
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| Far as hyphy go, I ain’t gon' let it die
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| Couldn’ta left it in the hands of a better guy
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| Fetty Wap on the game, lookin' with my better eye
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| Tech grind, Chevron gas, unleaded, ah
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| Turned back up like a nigga never turned down
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| Hyphy like when a hood nigga get turned down (Fuck you, bitch)
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| From a bad bitch, fuck a bitch, I get the bag quick
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| Still cheezy-weezy, broke niggas on that mad shit
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| Bitch said she over me, then why the hell you textin' then?
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| Brodie actin' like a bitch, too much estrogen
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| «Fabby Davis, oh my god, you’re back, yo, we love you!»
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| We on that hyphy shit again, uhhh, fuck you
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| Yadadamean, fo' sho, yadadamean, fo' sheezy
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| This that '06 slap, you beezy
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| In the building and I’m feelin' like yee!
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| Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
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| Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)
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| Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
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| I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
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| Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
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| Hey, I don’t think they know, they some nerds
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| Shaboobalaboopy, that’s my word
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| Did on my first win what niggas don’t do until their third
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| Hyphy ain’t dead, them niggas just scared
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| Hands on the clock gettin' turned back
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| Year 2006, where the herb at?
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| The Bay fell off? |
| Nigga what? |
| I heard that
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| Been gettin' lit, tell the world we want our word back (litty)
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| Niggas switch cliques, ride dick just to get on
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| Serve out of town ways, this The Town, don’t forget home
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| I’m so Oakland like Cindy on Soul Beat
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| Gingerbread House, Carijama, and LG
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| Now tell 'em don’t stop, keep goin', keep goin'
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| Off champagne and cookies, I’m blowin', I’m blowin'
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| Hold it down for the Bay reppin' Oakland
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| Still super-duper hyphy, you know it
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| Yadadamean, fo' sho, yadadamean, fo' sheezy
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| This that '06 slap, you beezy
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| In the building and I’m feelin' like yee!
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| Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
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| Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)
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| Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
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| I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
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| Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
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| '06, this was big, no Bed-Stuy
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| Boy, I’m on your neck, to the neck, like a necktie
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| Just left my nigga Keak, crackin' jokes by his bedside
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| He said «Fabby, burn them niggas down like Left Eye»
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| So I’m back in the building like I forgot somethin'
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| Put your hands up like I’m 'bout to pop somethin'
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| Niggas ain’t hyphy, they really need to stop frontin'
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| They really ain’t shooters, 'cause niggas ain’t dropped nothin'
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| Put a pill in your life, change your attitude
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| I kept the door open, nigga, where’s the gratitude?
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| Man, what is it? |
| Why you mad at dude?
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| Boy, I’m just doin' what I had to do (What you do?)
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| Bay on my back like Bubbles on Mike Jack
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| Hyphy comin' back, a couple suckas ain’t gonna like that
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| I’m Han Solo, you know I had to strike back
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| Rest in peace to The Mac and The Jack, Keak be right back
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| Yadadamean, fo' sho, yadadamean, fo' sheezy
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| This that '06 slap, you beezy
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| In the building and I’m feelin' like yee!
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| Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
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| Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)
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| Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
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| I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
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| Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
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| Hyphy
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| Hyphy
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| Hyphy
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| Hyphy
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| Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
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| Hyphy |