| W K Y A Gilla house radio
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| Yeah n***, I’m back
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| And the weather outside is hot than a m***
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| But we cold chillin' in the Brick City
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| So kick back, light some b***
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| Put your hands on a big fat greasy a***
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| And turn the music up
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| As we take yo' a*** on a ride as Redman goes wild on W K Y A
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| Gilla house, yo, yo
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| Come see the sideshow, n*** how it go?
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| With my eyes closed I can hit nine folks
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| You want the beef n***? |
| Hit the prime roast
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| My mic’s the gun, the bullet’s the 9 volt
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| F*** the convo, here go the pyro
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| G.I. |
| Joe mixed with Desperado
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| I ride low with a bomb in the armrest
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| Prepare to snipe a f*** like John F.
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| Connect ya like Nynex, n*** holla
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| I’m on the corner like Hollywood with a Starbuck
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| Bring it to ya like the Japs in Pearl Harbor
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| Red is to blunt like redneck is to Marlboro
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| This is our world, join the effect
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| Clean your ears for Doc Donald Goines with a pen
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| What more can I say, Doc billin'
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| Gilla general, Def Squad lieutenant
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| Ill at will, thought you knew
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| I’m in the hood, you most wanted up in Malibu
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| I don’t co-sign s*** that ain’t hundred percent
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| Tryna blow money wise like Bubba Gump Shrimp, gilla
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| I feel I’m young
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| Out for the crumbs
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| Shotgun warrior with a Wu-Tang tongue, gilla
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| How ya like that, tell me how ya like that?
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| How ya like that, tell me how ya like that?
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| Don’t f*** around or walk around with an icepack
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| I test your gangsta, didn’t wanna fight back
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| This for n***, Jews and white trash
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| I deliver them punch lines with a nice jab
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| Smokin' weed on a Go-Cart at Bo Craft
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| BC-4, straight out of low cash
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| Low cash, low cash, W K Y A, Low cash, yeah
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| The new Brick City, low down, gritty
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| Fo' pound semi, minds I leave 'em empty
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| Keep the fo' pound round the 9 milli with me
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| So when the Feds run up, they likely not to hit me
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| Like J-Kwon everybody, in the club tipsy
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| You be on the mixtapes soundin' like 50
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| But this is Brick City, gilla house we comin' through
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| Smokin' blunts, sippin' Henny too
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| Girls is bouncin' n*** bouncin' too
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| On the blocks, new whips we drivin' through
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| We getting money, CD’s is pay per view
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| At the go, go girls come up into, so listen up as we tell y’all what to do
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| Come holla at my m*** crew, yeah |