| Let’s rock… Yeah… uh … Lil one
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| Fuck all that bullshit homie, Turning dreams into dust
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| And you vaccum it mutha fucka, Pick it up
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| You handle your shit, Haha
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| (Mr. Lil One)
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| Pull down my zipper yeah you got my dick up
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| Some do it sick but no I do it sickah
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| Labeling me the lokus hokus pokus
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| I bring a gun with these mutha fucking roses
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| And you know this bitch don’t front
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| Yeah I know your man from a plan they call punk
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| Lil can you chill? |
| Promise you I will
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| The moment that he proves that he really does kill
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| Tell you how I feel I keep it on the real-ah
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| Sucking on my stick cause you think that I’mma kill-ah
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| Respect that I get got your pity on it
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| From the young to the sprung to the neighborhood rich
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| Bitch don’t forget I’m loved and adored
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| Meet you as a women and forgot you as a whore
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| Mutha fucking trick the seven day ich
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| And you wonder why we call you bitch
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| (Hook)(2x)
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| I’m that boogie man
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| That’s what I am
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| And I came to gain
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| Whatever I can
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| (Mr. Lil One)
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| I put poisen in your mind lock you in a rhyme
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| Pity to the blind can’t see me in my prime
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| And time… Goes by so slowly
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| Baby come and hold me make me feel holy
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| Show me that another man can’t steal you
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| Tell me that you love me and I’ll tell you that I feel you
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| Meet alot of groupies meet alot of bitches
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| Need to find god and turn there life religious
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| Burning up my britches fucking with the sickest
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| Finally it’s over Ms. Jahoba witness
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| Knocking on my door forever be a whore
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| Lying to yourself and lying to the lord
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| Dig a little more and let me explore
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| Say you keep it real let me ask the quija board
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| You know how it goes man …
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| I hate to see you go but I love to see you leave
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| (Hook)
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| (Mr. Lil One)
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| Some say I’m cocky ghetto like Rocky
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| Proved it back in April when the law came and got me
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| Shipped me off to baily tripping off my lady
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| Fucking up my grin she’s giving em shady
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| Baby when I don’t make it then worry
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| Left me in the puddle for the mud that got blurry
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| Hurry up and sing and don’t forget to bring
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| A little bit of son coming back from palm springs
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| You know what I mean now baby keep it true
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| Now fuck being you It was you and Micky blue
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| Play me for a fool Shadow and my pride
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| Hit the 8−0-5 wit that 2 hour drive
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| A month and a half fore I cross your path
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| Giving petty minded fools all a reason to laugh
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| Now how did I become so wick to you
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| Can’t look me in the face when I speak to you uh |