| I wanna introduce ya’ll to somebody
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| Dublin’s own
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| Some of y’all may know him, some of ya’ll never even been there
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| But, you know
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| He go by the name of Rejjie Snow, Snow Rejjie (That's me)
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| Uh, a new man, uh it’s a new day (Uh)
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| Let’s get it
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| Obrigado, gifts under the table
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| The soul train lines ch-checkin' my shadows (Oh)
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| These dance moves, '79
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| Late to my battles
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| With B-boys kickin' your ass, freeing my shackles
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| Rainbows proud in the air, lookin' for samples
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| We hold peace, man, she’s lookin' to scam
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| You stole my dreams
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| Mine’s stuck, held in my classrooms
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| Still my name holds weight, homie I can’t lose (Woo)
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| Hotbox, drive away
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| Young boys cryin' face
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| Kickin' on heaven’s door lookin' for a hot plate
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| Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, puked on my first day (Ugh)
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| Great, I said «It feels like a nice day» (Ugh)
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| Hands up, smoke in the air, wait 'til my shit’s up
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| Jammed up, function is hell, healthy, my tool belt
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| Snapshots takin' me back, 90s Italia
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| «Ice-ice baby,» like Roger Miller on camera
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| Now if you don’t know him you probably know his headline (Who you let you on my
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| song, Black man?)
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| Before I die, slide to the side (That's how you feel? Yeah)
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| Yeah, you know
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| 'Cause that shit can see, uh, see mountains and countries and shit (Why you on
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| my neck, bruh?)
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| Uh, yeah, y’all know who he is (Man, get this clown out of here,
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| let me finish this shit)
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| styles (Hey)
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| They African speak love (Uh)
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| flows, inventin' a new us
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| Rockabye, pain damages
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| Nigga’s my own blood (Uh)
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| Get shook, get stunned
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| You reachin' to get touched
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| So «Skip To My Lou,» dawg, scammers, we still love (Yeah)
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| To rappers and dead beats, the people under the sun
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| Get an arm, we feel the pain sweatin' down to the drums
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| If I’m wrong, still feelin' my r-rhythm is gone
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| Tag along, we got the spray cans, we came up
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| So humbled a lot
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| I say cheers 'cause my black eyes my car
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| His face cut from the razor blade
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| Made him a star, we seen kids turn ghost
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| No love in they heart, push 'em to start
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| The Black sheep shouts out to showtime, radio one
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| Bye-bye, Brazilian flows dancin' alone, huh
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| Brazilian hoes singin' my songs, woah
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| Hey, hey, Rejjie, wake up
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| What’s up bro?
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| It was just starting to look good
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| Oh yeah?
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| Oh man let’s keep rockin', yeah
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| Bye-bye nigga
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| Bye-bye-bye nigga
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| B-b-bye nigga
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, ooh |