| Yeah
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| Go in aiyyo
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| I ain’t promotin no violence, I’m just thinkin out loud
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| But (go 'head and stand there, we spray crowds)
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| I ain’t tryin to make a record with my momma not proud
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| But (go 'head and stand there, we spray crowds)
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| Take it home lil' momma 'fore they ring out loud
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| Aight (go 'head and stand there, we spray crowds)
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| It’s the middle of the night, things startin to get foul
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| Aight (go 'head and stand there, we spray crowds)
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| Aiyyo; |
| now if you all the way thorough, and rep your borough
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| And keep weight on the plate, and rep yo' state
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| If you alone in the streets but your thing hold heat
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| I feel you homey (no doubt) I feel you homey (yeah)
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| Now ain’t none of y’all fuckin with me
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| You sleep on the crew, I’m supposed to be after P
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| But nowadays I’m a muh’fuckin Monster Cody
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| Big rims, big whips, nigga big as Brody
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| Niggas see me, right away they light a big blunt (big blunt)
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| Hood niggas love me cause they know it be no front
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| Sheek make it hot, every day for a whole month
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| Whatever homebody — stand around if you want
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| They don’t party like they used to cause chicks is nervous
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| They in the house, they barely bring they kids to service
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| But me I’m in the club like PARTY OVER HERE!
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| What what, whatever homey, PARTY OVER HERE!
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| And I don’t really fall into the ice grill
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| Starin at another man dawg — you gon' pop it or chill?
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| And you ain’t tryin to get rowdy, homeboy sit still
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| And you don’t even know what my man’ll do for a bill
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| Ha ha! |
| Chaos is my middle name
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| A/k/a Ramon taggin on the middle train
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| Just a lil' nigga tryin to get a lil' brain
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| Born and raised, muh’fucker stay in your lane
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| Aiyyo you know when the Jake come and get all loud (bloop bloop)
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| They stay in the car because we spray crowds
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| You know where we at, just look for the crowd
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| Some know Dancer, I just stay with a big ass dutch
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| That look big enough to cause some cancer (light up!)
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| And I don’t even know, who the watch made by
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| Cause the diamonds hidin the jeweler — one patch on my eye
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| Suede Ballys like Rick the Ruler
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| Since you like takin E and havin big ass drinks
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| And ridin around half naked in the long-ass mink
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| I said whatever baby go 'head, make me proud
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| But — just don’t stand there (why) we spray crowds |