| Walkin down the street, watchin you, clockin me
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| Could it be because I’m magnetic, yet it gives me a fuckin headache
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| 'cause it’s pathetic when niggas jump on ya dick and sweat it
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| But it gets hectic, when I set it off, by sick jazz niggas pop stressin
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| Smif-N-Wessun, from the corner of my red eyes, I peeped you
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| But you don’t know, 'cause I rock my rag real low, move slow
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| 'cause you might get moved on, can’t even get my crews on
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| Without niggas puttin they screws on, shit ain’t cool son
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| 'cause soon one day I feel I’m gonna have to lay somebody for real
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| A deal is, but Steele is strictly business
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| So when dick riders slide around, I dismiss shit
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| And get wit, Boot Camp Clik, how we flip shit
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| On the regular, forever stay on our own dick
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| Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
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| Lick off a shot, you twist up ganja
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| Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
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| Lick off a shot, you big money spender
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| Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
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| Lick off a shot, you no follower
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| Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
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| Lick off a shot, for Jah Rastafari
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| I’m pullin you’re coats to the side of the block, we’ve all been to
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| See them on the corner when you’re lookin out ya window
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| The dick riders, on Dick Riders Boulevard
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| You’se that large, and even got to look hard
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| You got a couple probably at the crib as we speak
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| In ninety now, ain’t no woman town for the weak
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| Don’t laugh though, stress’ll make a nigga hurt somethin
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| Precede to get some yard weed 'cause the dred is pumpin
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| And as I approach and greetin by my 'cause Roach
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| «What up, ya high ass nigga, yo, you’re shits the dope!»
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| And then he just K.I.M., Keep It Moving, damn
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| And now here comes the dick riders screamin «You da man»
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| Until I turn my back, bet to quick to grab the gat
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| The head dick rider said «I know where he live at»
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| See that’s what I’m talkin, suckin dick while you’re walkin
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| Now you’se the target of the Boot Camp stalk kids
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| Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
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| Lick off a shot, you no cop blocker
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| Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
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| Lick off a shot, you do ganja hot seller
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| Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
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| Lick off a shot, for number 1 mama
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| Lick off a shot, you no dick rider
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| Lick off a shot, for the rebel winner
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| Aiyo Haktu (what up son?) You know money over there? |
| (nah)
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| The one who wan stare over here like I’m tried scared
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| Me, or maybe check what I wear, see I represent lovely
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| For my Timb tree to my D-I-C-K, every day, all day, we stay read up
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| If you ride dicks, then shut up, keep it movin, 'cause
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| I’m fed up
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| You took the words right out my mouth, ST
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| Got niggas ridin we, tryinna suck on these trees
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| Pockets full of lent, hummers browner than shit
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| Wanna suck and duck, 'cause he’s the neighborhood dick
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| Rider, if I was a bag of smoke, would I be chocolate?
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| It’s Smif-N-Wessun, keep our dick out ya mouth kid |