| I’m coming around the area
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| Around the area
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| I’m coming around the area
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| Around the area
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| I’m coming around the area
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| Around the area
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| I’m coming around the area
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| Around the area
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| Shit we going outside
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| Ain’t no way we coming home now
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| Inside
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| We’re so far away from home now
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| Outside
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| All my homies gone crazy
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| Inside
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| Mix it up and we awayve
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| Mr. Baseline broil it, bringin' it back with da ruckus
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| New jacks swinging on em' slicy motherfuckers
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| All my homies wonder why women, they wanna love us
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| Heard I was a shit
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| And I’m shitting on you suckers
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| Haha, that’s a tacky little word-play
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| T-bagging in your girl
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| Heard my balls taste like Earl Gray
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| Premature? |
| I don’t know, whatever, I go
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| Ghost writing on the side, 40 feet in the snow
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| But I’m from the unknown suburbia
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| Never even heard of ya
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| All my homies waitin', we wicked, and then we murder ya
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| He can’t deny this
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| Better just get behind this
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| We ain’t got no watches
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| Cause you watching something timeless
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| Trying to keep it up
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| But you keep it up in the low
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| Keep it to your surface |
| And keep on kicking it go
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| For homie, I won’t fold
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| I been with it in my mind
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| Only rapper in the city, put the «shine» moonshine
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| I’m coming around the area
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| Around the area
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| I’m coming around the area
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| Around the area
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| I’m coming around the area
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| Around the area
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| I’m coming around the area
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| Around the area
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| Shit we going outside
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| Ain’t no way we coming home now
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| Inside
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| We’re so far away from home now
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| Outside
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| All my homies gone crazy
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| Inside
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| Mix it up and we awave
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| Bum, stick it in bum, stick it in bum, stick it in bum
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| You been chilling at the church
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| But you never got gone
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| I been kicking, breaking it down with the party call I’m reppin
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| You shall be forever
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| Even though Peter will miss 'em
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| Won’t you listen
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| To this rythmic rythm
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| Poppin' any minute
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| From the start, are going harder
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| Chasing women as a mission
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| Haters never winning
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| Falling for a keed
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| These girls don’t even read
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| But they still want the D, yeah
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| Doggy, I’ve bee cooler than the ice age
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| Ain’t nobody ever check your site like myspace
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| My taste, got this white kids looking black |
| Rich kids bumping back
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| Why they bumpin' ASAP
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| Where they at
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| Hit them with the madness
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| Matter of fact, the fact is
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| I only need to practice
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| That’s it
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| So who is next to fly
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| Nobody lives forever
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| 'Cause we all deserve to die
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| I’m coming around the area
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| Around the area
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| I’m coming around the area
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| Around the area
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| I’m coming around the area
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| Around the area
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| I’m coming around the area
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| Around the area
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| I’m coming around the area
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| Around the area
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| I’m coming around the area
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| Around the area
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| I’m coming around the area
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| Around the area
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| I’m coming around the area
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| Around the area
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| Shit we going outside
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| Ain’t no way we coming home now
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| Inside
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| We’re so far away from home now
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| Outside
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| All my homies gone crazy
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| Inside
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| Mix it up and we awave |