| If I could get a dollar, for everytime you look at me sideways
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| I’ll pay the Westside on Friday’s to build y’all playa haters y’all own highways
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| Don’t trip on me partner, no uh-uh
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| I’m havin' visions of Bloody Mary with AIDS tryin' to give me some nana
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| You can’t dictate mines, what I look like to you baby?
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| Besides the feelin' is fine
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| All natural like oat bran, engineered like no other
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| Fly for life, still as a mannequin when it comes to my mother
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| Capricorn baby and I’m stubborn just like you
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| So why don’t you do me a favor and tell that lie to that fool
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| Don’t get me twisted baby, I love you too
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| But when that rent and that car note come what love gon' do?
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| Baby, my money’s on the clock, right around the block
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| You see me stack big knot, my music’s all I got
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| So I’mma stay ready so I don’t gotta get ready
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| Cause I rose like King Tut and resurrect it like Amadeus
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| If you stay ready
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| (Don't ask nobody, ask me baby)
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| You ain’t got to get ready
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| (Same thing go around gon' come right back around)
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| If you stay ready
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| (Fa sho, can ya feel me?)
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| You ain’t got to get ready
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| (Cause I can feel you)
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| Now, orange juice and Austy got me feelin' lodi dodi
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| Flippin' through my phone book tryin' to find me a hottie
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| I can’t wait to let ya lies and just relax with
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| That ain’t jockin' me cause of who I stacks with
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| Ain’t too many I’m comin' across qualifyin'
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| But I be that player from the P that’s just gon' keep on tryin'
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| I go from A to Y, cause I don’t know no Z’s
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| To the Brougham, blow the brains and enjoy the breeze
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| These hunnies got me wonderin' if I’ll ever find one
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| That’ll get me to that place where I wouldn’t mind one
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| Out in traffic I see many lookin' choosable
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| It never fails though, I always end up usin' those
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| For whatever I’m needin' at that point in time
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| A get-away, a good one or another rhyme
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| I’m tired of the S.O.S. |
| but it’s real
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| Long as I feel 'em like I do I guess I’m just gon' deal
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| If you stay ready
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| (Same thing make you laugh will make you cry)
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| You ain’t got to get ready
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| (We ain’t worried about nothin', we fly for life)
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| If you stay ready… (What?)
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| You ain’t got to get ready
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| Hey Playa Hamm, I know they sayin' oh boy that’s come classic connection
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| Playa for real, ya — ya feel me? |
| (Oh yeah-yeah)
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| Now this the — kingpin, Westside, best side, let’s ride
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| And God bless my backbones, my homeboys like Black Tone
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| Bringin' it through for the true everytime I speak
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| Sprinkles the rest like '40, but they still comin' weaker
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| I’mma keep it simple so the tricks can comprehend
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| You can never be me, only see me with a end
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| Well if they ain’t ripe yet, they can stay on the tree
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| Cause I’m your friendly neighborhood playa partner Suga Free
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| Liable to haul off and spit these P’s that’ll break you to your knees
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| She’ll lie, steal and kill for real for me, Hamm please
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| Now what they thought baby? |
| We ain’t comin' to raw
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| If she broke she gon' get a job, or break the law
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| They say God blessed the child, God is on it so true
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| We ain’t get it like we got it dependin' on you
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| Now I can show ya better than I can tell ya, so swell
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| No, put your clothes back on baby
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| I’m into breakin' hearts, promises and fingernails
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| There was no I’s… And I put that on the Holy Ghost and four more God’s
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| You broke my heart and I let you succeed
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| Cause to a playa that’s a organ that you really don’t need
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| Low and behold, what good is havin' a heart if it can break and be re-broke?
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| So if you stay ready what you gon' have to get ready for?
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| If you stay ready
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| (Kingpin for life y’all)
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| You ain’t got to get ready
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| (Kingpin… ah ah)
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| If you stay ready
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| (I pin the tail on the funky enough)
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| You ain’t got to get ready
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| (And shocks her with this funky stuff)
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| If you stay ready
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| (Why you bullshittin'?)
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| You ain’t got to get ready
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| (What's happenin'?)
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| If you stay ready
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| (Kingpin for life)
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| You ain’t got to get ready
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| (Kingpin for life, y’all)
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| You know… straight game…
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| Never… game… DJ Quik… what’s up baby?
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| Playa Hamm… G-One… Robert Bacon… yeah |