| Dong, dong, dong
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| Gahng, gahng, gahng
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| Gohng, gohng, gohng
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| (Oh that’s crazy
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| Swizz and Busta)
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| Come on!
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| Right before we run it all in the ground
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| Motherfuckers know we shutting it down
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| I dare y’all to say something
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| Motherfuckers want to give me a pound
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| Everytime we bring y’all niggas to say
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| We dare y’all to say something!
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| You can sit and watch the gat all the way round
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| Motherfuckers no we holding the crown
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| I dare y’all to say something!
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| Before we bring this shit that’ll flood your whole town
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| Motherfuckers know we making y’all drown
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| I dare y’all
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| (hey yo)…Bus Rhymes holding the fort
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| Read the report
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| MVP of the sport
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| You need to be taught
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| (Come on)
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| Snort whatever you snort
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| We coming up court
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| You know we never coming up short
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| So fuck what you thought
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| We high profile for this shit
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| I smile for this shit
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| I stack dough and make all my people just wil' for this shit
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| Hold it now!
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| We rolling it down
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| We holding it down
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| Thick money, folding it down in a hole in the ground
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| Stash more loot than before
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| A brute from before
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| Tell the truth and get used to leaving you boots at the door
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| We four, five, sixin' it up
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| We fixing it up
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| We keep the bitches stripping the way we be mixing it up
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| Come out from wherever you are, whoever you are
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| Incredible performance, their so unforgettable Star
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| They’ll never find the get because I threw the barreta too far
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| Police go drive my whip, so I’m going to get a new car
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| (What the Fuck!)
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| Right before we run it all in the ground
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| Motherfuckers know we shutting it down
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| I dare y’all to say something
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| Motherfuckers want to give me a pound
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| Everytime we bring y’all niggas to say
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| We dare y’all to say something!
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| You can sit and watch the gat all the way round
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| Motherfuckers no we holding the crown
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| I dare y’all to say something!
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| Before we bring this shit that’ll flood your whole town
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| Motherfuckers know we making y’all drown
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| I dare y’all
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| (Yo Busta)…I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
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| I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
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| I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
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| I bang out beats in cars with ho stacks
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| Rap nigga putting out rock-n-roll tracks
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| Anything with wheels, playa I drove that
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| Y’all, six, Swizz, and Busta back
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| I be hearing that I’m drugged out
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| Because I be bangin them beats like I’m drugged out
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| I threw gerdems on the bus, threw the dubs out
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| One, niggas gettin robbed when the clubs out
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| Dog, and it gets ugly, and the hood loves me, and your chick know me, plus
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| Your man owes me
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| That clown don’t pay
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| They straight killing homie
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| Y’all don’t gotta like me, screw y’all, blow me
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| I walk up in the club bitches want to go to breakfast
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| Clowns lookin at me, niggas acting reckless
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| Right before we run it all in the ground
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| Motherfuckers know we shutting it down
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| I dare y’all to say something
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| Motherfuckers want to give me a pound
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| Everytime we bring y’all niggas to say
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| We dare y’all to say something!
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| You can sit and watch the gat all the way round
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| Motherfuckers no we holding the crown
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| I dare y’all to say something!
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| Before we bring this shit that’ll flood your whole town
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| Motherfuckers know we making y’all drown
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| I dare y’all
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| I put my foot in your ass just like a kung-fu flick
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| Bust my tool quick hitting with the force of a mule kick
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| Spit fly shit as if I was bagging a new chick
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| Instead of biting mines, it be best you bite on the true shit
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| Funny how niggas be trying to do shit
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| When I rock a light bling all my pinky gleam in the blue shit
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| Bitches loving the way we always pass through shit
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| The way we rep the gutter and bring you the brand new shit
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| (Double Back!)
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| Y’all niggas don’t really want to trouble that
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| Brass knuckle beat you stupid, with a belt buckle rap
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| Couple cracks, some weed, back when we used to muscle that
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| And take a niggas shit like we like we fighting to get our hustle back
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| Used to be the shit, now you writing your suicidal rap
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| Fronting like your the champ, trying to get your title back
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| Remind me that, this could even cause a homicidal act
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| And if you blaming the music, watch me write the title track
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| The way that we kill and make you wanna cop that
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| Fucking with corny niggas you need to STOP THAT SHIT!
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| Come on, please just let a nigga pop that shit
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| All in they trunk, you know you want to rock that
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| Stay repping the struggle
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| Busy pulling my man’s up
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| Shit we giving y’all niggas might even swell y’all glands up
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| (STOP!)
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| All of my niggas, all of my bitches stand up
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| And rep whatever you repping
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| And put your fucking hands up
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| Right before we run it all in the ground
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| Motherfuckers know we shutting it down
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| I dare y’all to say something
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| Motherfuckers want to give me a pound
|
| Everytime we bring y’all niggas to say
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| We dare y’all to say something!
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| You can sit and watch the gat all the way round
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| Motherfuckers no we holding the crown
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| I dare y’all to say something!
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| Before we bring this shit that’ll flood your whole town
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| Motherfuckers know we making y’all drown
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| I dare y’all
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| Endalay, Endalay
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| Arriba, Arriba motherfucker
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| Endalay
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| Move from around these parts! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Endalay , by - Swizz Beatz. Song from the album Swizz Beatz Presents G.H.E.T.T.O. Stories, in the genre Поп