| Roll out, straight to the ATL
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| Coming from the DET gotta bail
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| Gotta get mail in adbundance
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| Stat watch that yay on the oven
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| Nigga this hustlin'
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| Had enough gettin’nothing
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| Cooped in the ??
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| Gotta get accustomed
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| So I push that dust, that’s me crushin'
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| Push that new stank ugly,
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| Snowflakes in the hood like flurries,
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| Nigga so urgently, gotta earn that cheese, affirmatively,
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| The firm with me gotta, turn the keys of a 64 fever,
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| So eager, go re-up, get cheese on the old school beeper,
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| No two-ways, no feds, only way a nigga get head get bread,
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| Stay low-pro, no po-po, no hoes in the spot where the dope grow
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| We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes,
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| Be, fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin'
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| outta state!
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| Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up!
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| Dippin’now, in the CAL, get Dre on the phone,
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| Gotta put that fluff on hold, homegrown, holmes know,
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| Bubonic chronic gots to move on it soon as possible
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| Honest, U-Hauls, movin’by two anonymous drivers
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| Reclinin', just a couple of folks reload from the West to the East coast,
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| Gotta get that dough, flip them bows, get back to the 'Mo like pronto
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| With guacemole, niggaz can’t grow these, got it where they make nacho,
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| Not so? |
| Taste that, wipe the Ajax off that plastic wrap,
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| Look at him now, his eyes saggin’like my Dickie khaks,
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| In fact nigga cheef on that, please believe I gotta get them stacks
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| We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes,
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| Be, fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin'
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| outta state!
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| Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up!
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| Haters, faders know, Detroit flavor gators bankroll,
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| You can never trust them stank hoes, Minnesota got that stroleon (?), troleum
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| On that rack, gotta flip them O’s like that, get that dough right back
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| Gotta make sure niggaz intact
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| Strapped, niggaz get mad,
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| Gotta have witchu, Gat
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| Gotta put them boys in bags, make noise,
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| Niggaz know you ain’t havin’that
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| Gotta have that, gettin’ass since,
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| Where the math at? |
| Nigga pass that
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| No average, pure, what do you think a nigga down here for?
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| Get more, gotta push them Bentley Azures,
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| Niggaz on empty, gotta get it up plenty, niggaz know wit’me
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| We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes,
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| Be, fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin'
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| outta state!
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| Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out Of State, artist - Obie Trice. Album song Second Rounds On Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп