| I’ve got that chilly will
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| Let’s get some Baltimore beats
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| Swing down round to the hill
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| Ghetto blasting ten speeds
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| This life up north got thrills
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| But few are focused like me
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| So let’s go do it to the ill face hum
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| Night life with the night life flowin
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| Ass drop low to the beat that’s goin
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| That sounds nice we already did it twice
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| But we still got to make it to three
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| I don’t think you should have worn them shoes
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| Not round here cause right here we get loose
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| Imagine going back to the slums and bumpin some stones over djembe drums,
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| come on
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| I don’t give a fuck if it’s dark or not
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| Until the sun rise twice with all the chalk I got
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| They got damn chasin cops in the parking lot
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| Thought they got the best of s dot rock
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| Ess-scape I’m stoned and stopped
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| With cold buds, watch us watch when I’m in a million
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| If you’re willin to feelin you can cease to chillin and consume a new villain
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| Bumping some stones
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| Bumping some stones
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| Bumping some stones
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| Bumping some stones
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| Over djembe drums |