| It’s time for me to light it up,
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| And you can tell all ya bootleg rappers to get in line, and give it up
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| And I got married and such,
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| And my lady’s name is «The Game»
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| And I done pimped that bitch, for damn near everything
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| Its a start at what’s embedded in my brain,
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| I’m ripping apart who ever came to try to get in my way
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| And I’m afraid that you might not like what I say
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| But I stand behind it, like an assassin who don’t play
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| Its time for me to show a side, at what I’m made of
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| Before all the contact lenses, and wearing make up
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| Even before the House of Krazees had the breakup
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| If you dont know who that is, look the name up
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| A little change in your music’s what you need
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| And if you don’t mind, I’m about to set it off and proceed
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| So light ya weed and keep an ashtray close,
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| 'Cause this shit right here will drive a person to smoke
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| Its the M, Smoke something, Fire It Up
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| And the O, Smoke something, Fire It Up
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| Wit the N, Smoke something, Fire It Up
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| Another O, This is how we like to get high WHAT!
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| Grab the X, Smoke something, Fire It Up |
| And thats I, Smoke something, Fire It Up
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| From the D, Smoke something, Fire It Up
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| And wit the E, This is how we like to get high WHAT! |