| Man I loose it
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| Every time
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| Every time I fell the music
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| Man I loose it
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| Every time
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| Yo, check it, check it out
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| Yo, uh-huh
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| Shiest the vet, fresh out your ghetto tape decks
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| It’s me and Nate back at it with another for your neck
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| Another for a check means, Another for the set green
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| Is what I need to get, Cali’s where I wanna be
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| And I ain’t got to lie about the hood or the city
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| Shade straight from the sue of Jerry up where it’s shitty
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| I got a mouth on me, farthest thing from being pretty
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| As I cash a check compliments of Nate and Dogg Pound-dation
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| Shade move the feet of every nation
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| Kids got the beast now, Trey about to eat now
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| We both got a plan to leave them haters in they sleep now
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| Soakin' in the sweat from the heat from the speaks now
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| There ain’t, no way I’m missing my call
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| Suddenly fall fucking with y’all
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| Homie can’t you; |
| see me trying to get paid
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| Everyday any kinda way
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| There ain’t, no way you taking my bang
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| Let your ass think your pussy don’t stank
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| Hell no, you got it all wrong
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| You need to move on, I’m singing my song
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| Tell me, can you feel the beat
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| Is it, moving your feet?
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| Cause it, surely moves me
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| Well then, ok let’s be on our way
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| Shade Shiest and big Nate
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| Just let the beat bang |