| Say, «Dad, uncle El, stay gold»
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| Dad, uncle El, stay gold
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| Ay, I got a bad girl, I got a brain-with-an-ass girl
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| She got a mean bop, I got a lean to the way I walk
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| And they get it like gold
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| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it’s gold
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| I got a good thing with a bad bitch, that’s rare bitch
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| She don’t even like you hoes, she’ll walk into a room take errr bitch, gold
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| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it’s gold
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| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, that’s gold
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| I got a bad girl, I got a brain-with-an-ass girl
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| She got a mean bop, I got a lean to the way I walk
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| And I get it like gold
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| All you fucking frauds can keep juggling lava rocks, I’m non-compliant
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| I’ll define it, nothing servile, all defiance
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| You’re gonna love how we ride to the gates on a lion, high and smiling
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| Me and Mike, we just think alike, we can’t stop high-fiving
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| I’m not a running man, I’ll do the wop on you hoes, then grab the dough
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| I hit a lick every time that we park the bus, then it’s time to go
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| I got a good thing with a bad bitch, that’s rare bitch
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| She don’t even like you hoes, she’ll walk into a room take errr bitch, gold
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| We fuss, we fight, we fuck like freaks what a fabulous marriage
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| You ain’t lived you life 'til you’ve seen a bad bitch eat your wife like a
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| savage
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| Not your average guys, we play cool but see through savage eyes
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| We’re the crooks, we’ll run the jux and kidnap mom from jazzercise
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| Get Stockholm syndrome when she get home, mom’s like, «I like those fucking
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| guys.»
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| Hey, thanks for the ransom handsome, let Mom know the guys loved her pumpkin pie
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| I got a bad girl, I got a brain-with-an-ass girl
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| She got a mean bop, I got a lean to the way I walk
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| And they get it like gold
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| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it’s gold
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| I got a good thing with a bad bitch, that’s rare bitch
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| She don’t even like you hoes, she’ll walk into a room take errr bitch, gold
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| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it’s gold
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| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, that’s gold
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| Check it out, gold is shiny, gold is fun
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| Some like taking gold with guns
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| A heart ain’t gold if it don’t like us
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| But go for the gold dumb fuck, good luck
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| A golden boy man good as gold
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| Golden rule is, «Don't lose your soul.»
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| Piss on power, golden shower
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| Golden rays of sun grow my dope
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| Look at my gold
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| Going for the gold 'fore a G get old and his heart grow cold
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| I go-go-go for every year my career was slow
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| And seemed that it wouldn’t go
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| And you should know, we pitch these rhymes
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| Like Smoltz, like Glavine, like Maddux in ninety-five
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| And now we shine just like Eddie
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| Golden teeth from Greenbriar in ninety-nine
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| Can’t be broke when you own gold rope
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| Pawn shops offering cash for those
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| Cash is fake though, gold accrues
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| I make my own gold, golden goose
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| Run down yellow brick roads toward riches
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| Just be sure to not trust no wizards
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| The golden age is now gone, admit it
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| All that’s gold is not gold that glitters
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| Thirty-six inch Cuban as I’m movin' through Cuba
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| With a half a ki of gold on my neck (Shit)
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| Call me Gaddafi and pay me in gold
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| 'Cause your money ain’t really worth shit
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| Just a piece of paper to promote propaganda
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| To keep you in debt and know your dick
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| I see these dope boys had shit right all along
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| Puttin' gold all in them they bitch
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| I got a bad girl, I got a brain-with-an-ass girl
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| She got a mean bop, I got a lean to the way I walk
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| And they get it like gold
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| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it’s gold
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| I got a good thing with a bad bitch, that’s rare bitch
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| She don’t even like you hoes, she’ll walk into a room take errr bitch, gold
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| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it’s gold
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| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, that’s (gold) |