| A-T-L-A-N-T-A, you know I know you notice
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| Bout the work my magic, motherfuckin hocus-pocus
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| I hope you get the picture, motherfucker stay in focus
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| Until the quiet comes, I ride them drums like Flying Lotus
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| You dealin with the dopest, I rode up and I wrote this
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| I wrote this and I hope this, will help a fella notice
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| That this is not for play, this shit go hard as Georgia clay
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| My momma still hopping a MARTA to this motherfucking day
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| I’m from the 'A', I’m a product of that Big Boi and Dre
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| I’ve been Outkazzy from the day they dropped that shit on La Face
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| There ain’t no shit on my face, I don’t brown nose anybody
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| Fuck you to you and your label, down to the staff in the lobby
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| It-it don’t sound like no hobby, flow as hot as Mohave
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| I been as hot as wasabai, hold on I won’t Kemosabe
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| Without a big up from poppy, I’m tryin' to stay in my zone
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| Talking about 'cop me a chain', I’d rather cop me a home
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| Make it known
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| And poppa never drove no (Poppa never drove no)
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| Big fancy car (Diamond in the back, sunroof top)
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| And momma never want no
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| Big Diamond like a star
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| And I ain’t never had no (I ain’t never had no misconceptions)
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| Misconceptions about who we are (About who we was)
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| Naw, naw, naw, naw (I'm gonna do me, and these niggas)
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| All I ever wanted was to not be the same
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| Came up the hard way, just for the game
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| One for the money, ain’t too much for fame
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| Now they looking at me saying 'Brother, you changed'
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| Saying 'Brother, you changed'
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| Settle down now, settle down, settle down
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| It’s Sugar shawty, where the weed, y’all know that I spark a lot
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| Chrome box Chevy, I just want to play the parking lot
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| Used to be on Addy across the street from the Camelot
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| Now I’m in a National, sugar, if you a fan or not
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| I don’t give a damn or not, I gotta get this bread
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| See them biting my style, Luis Alberto Suarez
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| Stuff I spit out my head, even sweeter than Pez
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| And if you down in St. Pauls, you probably sweeter than Fez
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| What I said, what I pledged, when I came, to the door
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| Got it tatted on my neck, and got my back, then you know
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| Wanted more, from the gate, I been smokin', you relate
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| Y’all let me do nothing, nigga, let me be great
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| Demonstrate, demonstrate, coming down interstates
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| Gold rims, white walls, looking like dinner plates
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| Who you trying to emulate? |
| Nigga’s trying to innovate
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| This is southwest, sugar, I’m the shit in any state
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| Goodness sake |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fancy Car (Family Values), artist - STS. Album song STS x RJD2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп