| I Made You!
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| Yes I Made You!
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| Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
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| I Made You!
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| I Made You!
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| Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
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| Theres no batteries in my back
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| I show you niggas how I move (Move Echo)
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| 50 ain’t gangsta
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| Lloyd Banks ain’t gangsta
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| Yayo ain’t gangsta
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| Young Buck, you know you ain’t gangsta
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| Look at what you niggas made
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| Ain’t that a bitch
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| Created a monster
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| Kicked me outta G-Unit
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| Put me in converse
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| Matter of fact give me a dick
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| Just like Olivia so you can suck my shit
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| Gimme a pen
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| So I can be the hardest in the click
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| Wind me up nigga then gimme some lips
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| So I can talk about ya faggot
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| Niggas ain’t no thugs
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| While im at it tell Young Buck gimme some white gloves
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| So I can cover my fingerprints in ya blood
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| I need a get away car you can put it on dubs
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| Make sure its got a stash for the 38 snub
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| And a Banks album cuz thats where I got my buds
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| Gimme muscles like 50
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| Gimme Yayo hands
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| Gimme a collection plate for Ma$e fans
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| Gimme some glasses so I can watch Mason dance
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| Who movin? |
| You singing?
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| Nigga gimme ya fans
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| Gimme a tattoo tear
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| Gimme some ears so I can hear police talkin when you disappear
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| I made you
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| I made you
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| I made you
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| I made you
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| Mr. Potato Head
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| I Made you
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| Yes, I Made you
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| Mr. Potato Head I Made you!
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| I Made you
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| I Made You!
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| Mr. Potato Head I Made you! |
| (You Echo)
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| Theres no batteries in my back
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| I show you niggas how I move
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| Yayo: And I’d like to thank game cuz hes mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn.
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| a put together gangsta!
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| Rolling through Connecticut
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| In a stolen mini-van
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| Stop at his house
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| I dont see many men
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| Matter of fact I dont see any men
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| One plain clothed cop call him Lieutenant Dan
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| Officer why ya man tryna beat up my fans?
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| Makin me 5 times platinum wasn’t part of his plan
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| Same shit same snitch
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| You know how it goes
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| I smell a rat even if you take off my nose
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| And I bet every quarter in your piggy bank
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| Lloyd told N.Y.P.D. |
| who got 50 shanked
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| Next time when the lights go out
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| I’m pulling a desert eagle when the knives come out
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| Watch that man get ta tussling and the mice run out
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| Don’t gamble with ya life when my dice roll out
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| I made you
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| I made you
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| I made you
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| I made you
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| I made you
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| Mr Potato Head I Made you!
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| Yes I Made you
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| Mr Potato Head I Made you!
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| I Made you!
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| I Made You!
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| Mr Potato Head I Made you!
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| Theres no batteries in my back
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| I show you Ñiggas how I move (Move Echo)
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| 50 ain’t gangsta
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| Lloyd Banks ain’t gangsta
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| Yayo ain’t gangsta
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| Young Buck you know you ain’t gangsta
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| (Phat Rat talks)
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| G-G-G-G-G… NOT!
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| You bitch ass niggas
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| Check this out man
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| I’m not gonna be playing these mother fucking games
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| Mr. Potato head now you wanna be a comedian nigga
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| This shit is R-E-A-L nigga!
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| Real nigga
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| Black wall street
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| Wait wait
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| Like I told you last time
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| It’s THE black wall street you bitch ass nigga
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| And Oliv… Excuse me OLIVER!
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| You punk mother fucker
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| I’m still taking heat from my niggas
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| For looking at your mother fuckin' ass nigga
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| You somebodys son
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| You bitch ass Ñigga
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| I’mma catch up to your ass nigga
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| Muscle mouth ass bitch
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| Thats alright though nigga
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| G-U-Not nigga
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| This is black wall street nigga
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| Tell me where you at
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| Thats all we need to know nigga
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| Cus this is real nigga
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| This is the streets nigga
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| Brazil & Wilmington nigga
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| In case you didn’t know nigga
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| Thats right in the heart of COMPTON
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| You Bitch ass nigga
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| And Olivia
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| Get that mother fucking lil' ass red
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| Mother fucking shorts off your mother fucking ass on that video
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| Everybody can you see your balls bitch
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| ' The fuck is wrong with you
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| My Ñiggas know I tried to holla at your bitch ass nigga
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| Ima fuck you up nigga
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| It’s your fault
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| 50 Snitch
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| This is Phat Rat nigga
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| In case you forgot nigga
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| Double!
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| Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
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| I kill who is my enemy
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| If you talk shit
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| I make you a follower yeah
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| You crack me up kid
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| Your stupid
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| I’m much more agile then ever
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| Got more style so yo whatever
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| Whatever
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| Whatever (Echoes) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black wall street, artist - The Game. Album song Face of L.A., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп