| Yeah
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| Give it to 'em
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| yes, yes, yes, yes, aha ah!
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| Ghetto people. |
| this one’s for you
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| And you and you and you
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| And you and you in the front
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| yo!
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| Jack Johnson (aha) live and stompin
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| Undisputed heavy weights champ (aha) of the world
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| Yo I’m live with it, low, middle, the high with it
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| And that’s how I’ma live and die with it
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| Hold up and down your spine with it
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| Like Zimzallabim, Jack Johnson, yes my dog, right with them!
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| The most special, most ghetto, most method, most valuable
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| Rep my avenue like is the damn state capital
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| Coming shadows to mind, a better mark of rapeness
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| On slaves who high jacked the slave ships
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| The hackers who remapped the matrix
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| And built the road back to basics
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| And getcha all off that strain shit
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| You know this other cats run game with, it’s tainted
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| Consider this the moment that changed it: NOW!
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| Jack john’s stand strong never bow down
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| Back off or get clapped dog right about POW
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| For east to the west, up north to down south
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| We show you how to REALLY make moshpit bounce
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| Show you how the gritty make the ghetto wild out
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| First letters that I wrote when I sketch the script down
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| I’M LIVE WITH IT
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| low, middle, the high with it
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| And that’s how I’ma live and die with it
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| I shine with it, rhyme with it, reveal and recognise with it
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| The ghetto know what time is it, when i spit it
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| Me 9-semi, an iron lion strike with it
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| See Dr. Know string a knot and make 'em ride with it
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| And look alive
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| Ghetto rock with me
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| Look alive
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| Ghetto rock with me
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| Aha yeah
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| Throw it up
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| Ghetto rock with me
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| Show it up
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| Ghetto rock with me
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| Born to rock, since my pawn shift rise (??)
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| Rock the booze water on any bully on your block
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| My flow tighter than a big titties halter top
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| Doper than a floyd flake that they bought they pops
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| Since I bright a con duke of course I’m not
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| My sharp mind join the dots and blow they plots
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| A lot of cats talk noise a lot, but then the noise is stopped
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| When the heavy sound voice in charge
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| And this is no limp bizkit this is jack’s fat cock
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| loaded up slightly back, ghetto black rock
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| Brooklyn got bomb-rush that you can’t stop
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| These the hungry hands that gon snatch your cash box
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| I never gave a second what on «the fuck is with y’all?»
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| Cuz my first thought covered it all
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| YOU WHACK!!!
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| And I don’t care what you sound since not mumblin y’all
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| Cause you can’t do me nothing at all
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| Which means, you can’t shine my shoes watch my drawers
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| Clean my cloth walk my dog moan my loan
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| On other words dude I don’t need SHIT from them
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| All I got is hard rhymes and hot spit for them
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| And yeah, I got the country new (raaatttttt) for them
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| See how dark it can get for them?
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| Tell their mommas THAT’S IT for them
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| Get the flowers, they’ll sing for them
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| A sad story how it’ll end for them
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| That’s what you get for not listenin' FIRE!
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| And a long rest in kumbayah
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| You stand strong you can’t move higher
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| You move in «how we all can move higher?»
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| Ready to roll like new tire
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| Well I can show you who the true lion
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| True power move quiet thru the understandin of the science
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| We live with it, no middle, the high with it
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| And that’s how we gon live and die with it
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| Now ride with it
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| Yeah, ghetto rock with me
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| Ghetto rock with me
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| Ghetto rock with me
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| Ghetto rock! |
| Ghetto… MOTHERFUCKERS!
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| Freaky radio! |