| Yeah
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| In the front row, kicking back
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| Old school trash light down
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| Can’t get enough of this Molife
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| I don’t even know where I am
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| Oh baby, get high to the beat
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| Let’s go 'cause this is our jam
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| This is our jam, (let's go) oh
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| Let me break it down real quick for my haters
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| My dictators and bad raiders
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| Since you never seem to get it right
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| No more, right, no more
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| Get back your feet and watch your back from perpetrators
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| My game’s strong and my rings row
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| I got the Blackjack deuce and my racks off the roof
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| You see the SUV rollin' up next to me
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| Old enough to take you over Sesame
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| Remember, back when I was a kid
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| All I did was stroll back from the cold of the south bridge
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| My mama told me do the do, no entiendo
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| All I ever heard was noise over my Nintendo
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| But when you get the chance to go up in this life
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| Make sure that you take it, never ever think twice yeah
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| And if you wanna get higher
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| Pick up the mic and get to rappin''cause you’ll never get higher
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| Yeah
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| In the front row, kicking back
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| Old school trash light down |
| Can’t get enough of this Molife
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| I don’t even know where I am
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| Oh baby, get high to the beat
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| Let’s go 'cause this is our jam
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| This is our jam, oh
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| Yeah
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| In the front row, kicking back
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| Old school trash light down
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| Can’t get enough of this Molife
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| I don’t even know where I am
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| Oh baby, get high to the beat
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| Let’s go 'cause this is our jam
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| This is our jam, oh
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| When I reminisce over you, my Lordy
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| Rest to make way for my newfound shorty
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| Check in the mic for ligaments while I reckon
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| Same time came up to ruin my recording
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| All I ever did was make jokes out of suckers
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| Told 'em about the life that I live, mad rockers
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| But if you’ve never seen a grown man rock jewelry like me
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| Jealousy be coming over you, then you bite me
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| All these other people, they be cool and just like me
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| Talking 'bout the homies and I’m usually right
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| My crew is off the roof
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| And I told them not to brag about the crew
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| Even though it’s new, yeah even though it’s new
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| Yeah
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| In the front row, kicking back
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| Old school trash light down
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| Can’t get enough of this Molife |
| I don’t even know where I am
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| Oh baby, get high to the beat
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| Let’s go 'cause this is our jam
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| This is our jam |