| I never knew that a kid like me
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| Could take his mic around the world and flash the big S.D.
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| And rock the masses, from Madrid to Calabassas
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| Tijuana, Mexico, bootleg demos in Tokyo
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| They know me though, 'cause I be puttin' in work
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| Commit my life to rebirth, well respected, 'cause that's my word
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| I'm sure you heard, about a new sound going around
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| She might have left my hood, but she was born in my town
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| We rep. |
| the South, so what you talking about
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| I'm not running off my mouth, I know this without a doubt
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| 'Cause if you know these streets, then these streets know you
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| When it's time to handle business, then you know what to do
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| Me and my crew, we stay true, old skool or new
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| Many were called, but the chosen are few
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| We rise to the top, what you want? |
| Just in case you forgot
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| Rush the stage, grab my mic, show me what you got
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| You didn't know, thought we was new on the scene
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| Well, it's alright! |
| It's alright!
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| I know you know, I see you smiling at me
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| Well, it's alright! |
| It's alright!
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| Boom! |
| Here comes the Boom!
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| Ready or not, here comes the boys from the South
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| Boom! |
| Here comes the Boom!
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| How you like me now?
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| Is that all you got?
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| I'll take your best shot. |