| Red Gold Green
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| Red Gold Green
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| '98, '98, livin' with my mom
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| Chubby lil' brother tryna grow up and play ball
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| Never thought that I would make it so much spittin' bars
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| In the Netherlands and I’m sweatin' out my drawers
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| Front row chickens all up on my nutsack
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| Bus call late and I cannot even bust that
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| That be the life though
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| Am I livin' right yo
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| Dollar in my pocket and I’m eatin' off my mic, ho
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| OK, this is the only single difference from a rapper now and the way that I was
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| risen
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| Do it for the money and I do it for the love
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| Give a damn about you if you ain’t a chick with dump
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| East coast music, gotta mix it up
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| With a little south cause you know the got that bump
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| The bass down low and the guitars up
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| And this be the sound of some Georgetown punks
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| Let you hear it right now
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| Right now, now
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| Who is that child
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| Walkin' around with such style
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| All them little girls gonna say I stunt
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| But I just actin' like where the hell I’m from
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| Let me tell you right now, now
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| Who is that child
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| Walkin' around with such style
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| All them little girls gonna say I stunt
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| But I just actin' like where the hell I’m from
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| Where they got that bump (Hey)
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| Where they got that punk (Hey)
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| Where they got that bump (Hey)
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| Where they got that punk (Hey)
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| Where they got that bump (Hey)
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| Where they got that punk (Hey)
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| Where they got that bump (Hey)
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| Where they got that punk (Hey)
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| P-P-Punk ass brother get it twisted
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| I’m a get you movin' while you go and start your bitchin'
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| Tribal drum and spittin', yellin' over singin'
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| Care about a critic? |
| All I care about is feelin'
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| Old school brain when I’m spittin' out my rhymes
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| Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
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| Serve a little rock but I’m doin' no crimes
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| Cook it at the spot, then I push it out live
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| I’m a grown ass color doin' grown ass shit
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| You follow other brothers like a little ass bitch
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| I’m tryna push it forward so I kill it, that’s it
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| I know that you can feel it cause you hear the passion
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| All up in my voice simply just annoyed
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| Everything that’s pure about the game has been destroyed
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| Maybe we can change it now, holla at ya boy
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| Three whole colors and we’re here to make some noise
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| Right now, now
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| Who is that child
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| Walkin' around with such style
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| All them little girls gonna say I stunt
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| But I just actin' like where the hell I’m from
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| Let me tell you right now, now
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| Who is that child
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| Walkin' around with such style
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| All them little girls gonna say I stunt
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| But I just actin' like where the hell I’m from
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| Where they got that bump (Hey)
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| Where they got that punk (Hey)
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| Where they got that bump (Hey)
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| Where they got that punk (Hey)
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| Where they got that bump (Hey)
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| Where they got that punk (Hey)
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| Where they got that bump (Hey)
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| Where they got that punk (Hey)
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| Red Gold Green
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| Red Gold Green
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| Red Gold Green
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| Red Gold Green
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| Red Gold Green
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| Red Gold Green
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| Red Gold Green
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| Red Gold Green
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| Now, now
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| Now, now
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| Let me tell you right now
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| Right now, now
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| Who is that child
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| Walkin' around with such style
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| All them little girls gonna say I stunt
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| But I just actin' like where the hell I’m from
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| Where they got that bump (Hey)
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| Where they got that punk (Hey)
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| Where they got that bump (Hey)
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| Where they got that punk (Hey)
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| Where they got that bump (Hey)
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| Where they got that punk (Hey)
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| Where they got that bump (Hey)
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| Where they got that punk (Hey) |