| Say what you wanna say, say what you won’t say
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| Do what you wanna do, do what you won’t do
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| Be what I’m gonna be, that’s all I got to be
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| You just a wannabe, so back the fuck up off of me
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| Here we go again, it’s the veteran, yo we better than
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| Even your friends are pickin' me over them
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| Got you breeze on the bed, on her knees givin' head
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| Wannabe, but you never be what I been
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| Lyrically, I’m a tank, never gonna quit, cause I gotta represent
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| Make another hit, puffin' a little bit of the incredible shit
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| I got your girl on my mind, so I’m fuckin' a bitch
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| I’m all up in the beat, you pretend to be
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| And it’s better than the yay, cause it’s meant to be
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| Humboldt County is the place where they blaze the weed
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| I bet you never believe, now take a blaze from me
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| We gonna stop, drop, rock and roll
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| Ain’t not time to be geekin', we gonna do that though
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| Flip that ho, kick that flow
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| Make it to the top, then we get that dough!
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| It ain’t funny, you don’t wanna play games
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| Ask who’s the best, and you better say James
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| Normal thing, everyday, whoop ass and take names
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| Sit your five dollar ass down, 'fore I make change
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| Get you poppin' off, stalkin' the block
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| All the bitches better know that I’m hot in the spot
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| Poppin' the Glock, got me a knot
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| Niggas need to know that I’m walkin' my talk
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| It’s on time, my coast gonna shine, shine, shine
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| Can’t see nigga, blind, blind, blind
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| One Ton and the J.J. |
| boy, fuckin' three hoes, dime, dime, dime
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| Haters back up, hoes gon' get smacked up
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| Holla at the club when I get that love
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| Hit it from the back while I smoke a fat dub
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| Then I’m done and I get a back rub
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| I’m the nigga with the vendetta, so I can be better, bitch
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| A motherfucker that run over competitors
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| No medicine in me, I’m better than many
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| Sick in the cerebellum, tell 'em a nigga like a sedative
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| I’mma do what I wanna do, when I do it
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| You gonna be knowin' the second I do
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| Because of the rain, because of the pain
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| Ya niggas, the game, the Tecca Nina’s
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| Vexed and wreckin' your crew
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| Say what you wanna say, I’m a real
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| Niggas so give me your dollar bill
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| Takin' away from me, I’mma kill
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| Givin' it to me and I’mma chill
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| Can’t nobody stop a nigga from makin' a mill'
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| If I wanna put the Platinum off in the grill
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| Maybe tryna find a bitch or two I wanna drill, a nigga will
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| Be what I wanna be, get from in front of me
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| If you ain’t livin' or doin' what you feel
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| Only take a minute for me to get up in it, homie
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| You’re a lieutenant, cronie and I’m a general
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| Sendin' you minimal niggas to hell
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| Used to be makin' criminal mail
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| Now I’ll be makin' critical sails
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| Never know when I might pop-up
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| Better hope I never let the Glock bust
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| Tryna battle niggas, then you got stuck
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| Ain’t nobody fuckin' with Tech and the Potluck!
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| Take a look around, look at the way I be goin' down
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| Tecca Nina with the mo' flow
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| Ain’t no fake in the track, nigga, we shakin' the rap
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| Makin' the tats — snake and the bat logo
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| Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches on the low-low
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| Sit her on my dick, and make her play pogo
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| You can say what you wanna say, Nina fuckin' your bitch
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| Lookin' like a motherfuckin' clown, nigga, Bozo
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| Who be the best? |
| You gon' bet it’s me
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| With the sound underground, no MTV
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| One Ton, Underrated, we the PLC
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| Best group of the year and the century
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| You better let me be, ain’t no catchin' me
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| All the girls get wet when they mention me
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| When I’m flippin' and rippin' and takin' over control
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| I bet you thinkin' you better, but you’re an idiot though
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| Get up and go, mayne, you illiterate, bro
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| Don’t you ever be thinkin' you can match the flow
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| I’m unmatchable, with a sack of dro'
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| When I’m high, talkin' shit like John McEnroe
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| We gon' stack the dough, get a 'Lac and roll
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| Gettin' blown in the back with a naked ho
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| Cakin' the dough, pack another bowl, move slow
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| Smoke an ounce 'til my brain cells go!
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| Bye-bye, we fly, the sky, so high
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| And where the fuck we from?
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| Don’t die, we cry, West Side, fo' life!
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| And we gon' do it now
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| Blowin' up, news style, boom-blowh
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| Fuck you up, with a look like, «Who Now?»
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| Got your whole crew shook, when they go down
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| Flow and grow, we don’t know when to slow down! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Say What U Wanna , by - Potluck. Song from the album Greatest Hits with My Buds, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп