| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| We 'bout to take you on a bounce mission
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| Uhh, yeah, rock on the boards ha?
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| Uhh, yeah, rock on the boards ha? |
| (Rock on the boards ha?)
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| Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
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| Uhh, uhh, let’s keep it goin c’mon
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| Mmm, geah, ahh, uhh
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| Uhh, yeah, ahh, uhh
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| Yeah, mm, ahh, uh-huh
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| Yah.
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| Yo — I got your asses movin, I keep the joint jumpin
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| I’m always sayin somethin, y’all know I’m nice stop frontin
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| Man I’m overdue, O.C.'s a rare breed
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| And equivalent to a stampede of nasty
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| Dog I’m true and livin, better yet alive and kickin
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| I ain’t goin nowhere, this dough got me finger-lickin
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| Leavin, good taste in my mouth, I’m lovin it yo
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| I’m bigger I’m better I’m iller than I was befo'
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| Prayin I fall face first if ever the day come
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| No time soon, I’ll be around longer than rum
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| That’s legendary status, like car shows and Jacob Jared’s
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| Reoccurin like black expos — this be a marriage
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| The Kodiak sipper, is bronze zipper
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| What I provide, will bring the freak out your sister
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| It’s my life, it’s my world, it’s my way
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| It’s Wildlife, it’s our time, a new day
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| Aiyyo, let’s get it on and poppin, time for some new rules
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| It’s summertime y’all, so put your minks up
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| Pull the big dogs out, wax 'em up good
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| Get your ice steamed cleaned, shine your links up
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| Yo, you never know what’s comin next from me, I do it, casually
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| Have fun with it, get dumb with it, run with it
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| Spit it nasty like, dog shit on the bottom of your boot
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| Or nasty like a kid with a mouth that’s loose
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| The purest form of anything considered to be raw
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| Like porno chicks takin cum shots and sayin (more)
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| I’m wicked in ways you can’t describe my persona
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| +Good Times+, treat it like the hips on Wilona
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| From New York to Arizona; |
| from Las Vegas, Nevada
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| To San Fran' to them third world borders, I.
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| . |
| won’t stop, won’t hush
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| I’m like some good ass smoke that you just can’t crush
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| No matter what, M-U-S-H, S-H-I-N-E I was designed to be
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| I’m what you call content, and even with a hundred mill' in the bank
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| If you owe me I want every red cent
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| Yo, y’all niggas sleepin thought I couldn’t do it like this
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| I see y’all peepin sayin this is some ol' tight shit
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| It’s no, doubt in my mind shorties gon' like this
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| That’s aight den, that’s soundin right den
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| Y’all niggas sleepin thought I couldn’t do it like this
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| I see y’all peepin sayin this is some ol' tight shit
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| It’s no, doubt in my mind shorties gon' like this
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| That’s aight den, that’s soundin right den
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| Aiyyo, I got the hook-up, my man cook-up
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| See I’m about to shake up the world, once and for all y’all
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| For all y’all, it’s for all y’all, no strings attached to it
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| That’s all you gotta do
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| It’s a one shot deal for those keepin it real
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| Just keep it right, just party all night and not kill
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| (Aiyyo, aiiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyooooooooooo, aiyyyyyyyyoooooo)
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| Hahahaha, yo |