| Watch it Move back away from him
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| Is he dead?
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| He passed out on the sofa
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| Whoa!
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| Yo! |
| Yo! |
| Yo! |
| Yo!
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| Light a blunt, get pumped
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| Live entertainment, replace TV
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| Made for the kids, the DJs and fiends
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| Makin’y’all jam like freeways and streets (Screech!)
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| I keep it moving like soul to soul
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| Record label, my whole team going gold
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| Dumbin’out
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| You run your mouth rapid
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| 'Till I see your face and I slap it Yo! |
| I’m a wizard at this
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| Weave a spell, it’s like magic
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| Turn that bully boy into a faggot
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| Turn that pig cop that been jockin’you right back to maggots
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| Turn his blue steel into plastic
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| Yo! |
| I turn boogie in the goodie, sit back and roll a fat one
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| Turn a vinyl record into platinum
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| Turn a real calm motherfucker to a thug that want action
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| I’m here to heal the sick, I’m like aspirin
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| Yo! |
| I walk on water like the saviour (Pacewon!)
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| I declared war on the mayor
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| You know me, low key
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| Sittin’on my porch gettin’high I’m like Smokey
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| Chipped up celly
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| Cussin’out Sony (Where the fuck is my cheque?)
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| Yo! |
| I don’t just live by reputation
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| I’m thuggin', with a weapon waitin'
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| To slug you
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| Love to Treat me like Gotti when I come through
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| Run crews, aunts and uncles I love
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| I touch (You! You! You!)
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| Let me set it off for (You! You! You!)
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| Always keep it raw for (You! You! You!)
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| Rock it to the core for (You! You! You!)
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| Yo! |
| What you want? |
| Yo! |
| (You! You! You!)
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| Yo! |
| Can’t touch me (You! You! You!)
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| Mad 'cos your girl wanna… Uhhh (You! You! You!)
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| Who got as much money (You! You! You!)
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| Yo! |
| What you want? |