| Kutty Cal, baby
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| We whip it, whip it, we whip it, whip it, we whip it, whip real good
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| Strange Music, nigga
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| We whip it, whip it, we whip it, whip it, we whip it, whip real good
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| Ay, turn the bass up, man, yeah
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| So
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| I’m fresh up out the store
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| Straight to the liquor store
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| I’m 'bout to go cop me a fifth of B and hit the road
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| I got that Keyshia Cole
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| But niggas wanting dro
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| It’ll make your shoulders lean so when you see me nigga, blow
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| I’m in the Chevy the same color as Coca Leaf
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| Caramel guts, 26 Arm-All'd up when they notice me
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| I know these streets; |
| scenic routes, in and outs where them rollers be
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| Make the change, top of the game, right where they poda be
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| Elly-Wellys? |
| We call them lovies; |
| that’s when you soak a tree
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| And get to scootin' and smoke panoramic moment that’s so 3D
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| I hold the key; |
| just like a mayor for what you want and need
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| So yuck at me and I’m mayor just like a
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| But fuck with me and you can be missin' just like a suckers free
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| Is such an ease sucker free niggas don’t really fuck with these
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| But the D they taking over, over your much achieved
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| Hushing me sort of like Trent Green where Russians be
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| So you know I’m
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| I steps like a real should
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| Paper but still hood, we whip it real good
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| Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good
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| Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good
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| Kutty Cal baby
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| I steps like a real should
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| Paper but still hood, we whip it real good
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| Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good
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| Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good
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| I’m from the city where the bullets go zang if you let them go
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| And we don’t talk if niggas go bang it’s a yes or no
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| And blue and red colored flags hang just to let you know
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| I tell you it’s a pretty big thang if you reppin' MO
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| And niggas speak a slightly different slang if you peep the code
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| What it do and what is it be the same, just as what you know
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| But I can hip you niggas to some cane that’ll leave your nose bleeding
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| Leakin' that vintage from your brain if you bring the dough
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| I’m part animal and part Confucius
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| Part Achilles, part Zeus, but my heart’s with Deuces
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| Runnin' wild through the inner-city, marked a nuisance
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| Chop L’s and Israelis haunts the new kids
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| Who don’t have no idea how to cock and shoot shit
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| Just shootin' hot ones zeppo through the ghetto’s acoustics
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| Like Lucas, stacy niggas gon' dash for music
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| I’m proven, got the game on grab like nooses
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| Blown fuses, whenever
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| I steps like a real should
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| Paper but still hood, we whip it real good
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| Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good
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| Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good
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| Kutty Cal baby
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| I steps like a real should
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| Paper but still hood, we whip it real good
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| Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good
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| Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good
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| Alligator Nikes, shadow shaded lights
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| I’m speeding like Ricky Bobby through the Talladega Night
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| Club jumping, I’m watching the sun dump from day into the night
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| I’m wondering, got to do something, it’s playa-playa night
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| In Freaky’s I’m V.I. |
| to P. and playas lay it right
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| Big Nicolas at the front door and he says it’s hater-tight
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| Decisions make right these bitches shade light
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| J-Lo and Mary J. up in this with stripper jay tights
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| Christie tastes white, it’s Asti to Spumante and a Crystal Bud Light
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| Still live the thug life, I got a bud right-
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| In front of me and I’m pondering on what the bud’s like
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| It’s taunting me and been summonin'
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| I’m 'bout to make a move, yo baby what your name is?
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| She all ready too, 'cause her eyes is telling the truth
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| I gotsta keep it real hood, make it feel good
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| And when I whip it nigga, whip it, whip it real good
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| 'Cause you know
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| I steps like a real should
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| Paper but still hood, we whip it real good
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| Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good
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| Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good
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| Kutty Cal baby
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| I steps like a real should
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| Paper but still hood, we whip it real good
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| Aye, we makin' your bitches feel good
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| Yanked it and still could, we whip it real good |