| I been getting biz
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| For eons the hell you didn’t know globe (globe)
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| Let’s put it all in the open then
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| Oh you the shit bitch?
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| Then I’m the septic tank then
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| If the world is spinnin for the
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| Then get to spinnin then
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| I ain’t playin dude this is the start of your endin'
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| I’m here, and ya’ll dudes better check the credits
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| If you’re sounding like a boss I suggest you’re ass did it
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| You’re favorite producer producing
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| Make your ass exquisite
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| Mr. West and the god dealer
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| I ain’t gonna go crazy just gonna mention a few of my niggas
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| I am legend dude how the hell you not figure that
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| Make the game pop
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| Like them thangs that go click clack
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| Hip-hop: I live the shit ya’ll just rap
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| Man they don’t do it the way we do it
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| We are not like you
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| One of the chosen few
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| Well, I’m never gonna get caught slippin'
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| You know you’re full of us
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| Life is fabulous
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| You hating niggas is mad at us
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| I’m never gonna get caught slippin'
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| Yeah yeah yeah uhh
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| Nickel
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| I’m a hood fella at my pinnacle
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| I’m feeling like if you could bottle up my spit you could sell it
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| I’m unforgivable
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| Got a bitch nigga repellent
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| Edit, get credit bread it
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| Bet if you got more problems I’m indebted
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| Bout to smoke an ounce of shake
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| To celebrate the check I’m looking at that’s big enough to bounce the bank
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| Sickest nigga spittin forget it
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| I’ma stand out and that’s exactly why I don’t fit in
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| As far as slippin'
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| You run up on me shootin' 7 6 2s
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| I shoot a rocket at you
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| I’m not kiddin'
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| I’m from the Amazon state
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| We be selling more chocolate than hallmark on valentines day
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| Slaughterhouse is the reason why hip-hop's off life support
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| I eat pussy with a knife and fork
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| I put the freeze on chumps
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| Burr
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| Watch the potholes, if it’s a pump
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| It’s like a speedbump punk
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| Man they don’t do it the way we do it
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| We are not like you
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| One of the chosen few
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| Well, I’m never gonna get caught slippin'
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| You know you’re full of us
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| Life is fabulous
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| You hating niggas is mad at us
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| I’m never gonna get caught slippin'
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| I got killers on my team
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| Riders on my side
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| Don’t act like you want it, cause you can get it
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| We ride
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| Everybody know about us
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| That’s big Snoop Dogg aka Mr. Calvin Broadus
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| I got the key to the secret garden and get money out the ho that’s in my glove
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| compartment
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| Right next to the heater, hotter
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| We dippin' and bouncin' like a teater-totter
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| My nigga tryin' to get a seed up out her
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| Nah, not me, I had a rubber on, now he the father
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| Trying to blame it on the Dogg
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| I got enough problems of my own, ya’ll
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| Young and I’m restless
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| Trying to be the best at this
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| My life is a bitch
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| That’s probably why I stay on some other shit
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| So whether you like me, hate me, you’re loving it
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| I do it for the fuck of it
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| That’s right y’all. |
| Ain’t nothing to it but to do it. |
| Put your pimp foot
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| forward and let the other one come behind. |
| You know? |
| That’s how we’re doing it
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| ya’ll. |
| We just ride, glide, slippin' and slide. |
| All through your ear hole,
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| given ya' what they ain’t got. |
| Another dirty music production
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| (I'm never gonna get caught slippin') |