| Now put your hands up
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| Baby I wanna see you move
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| If you wanna get it poppin than show me just how you do
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| You can either give me head or fuck my whole crew
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| If you into breaking rules than listen to what you do
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| So put your hands up
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| Nigga I wanna see your jewels
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| If you never met a gangsta I show you just how we do
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| If you blink or move you on the 9 o clock news
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| I’m riding with flipmode
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| You ain’t fucking with my crew
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| Being that gangsta nigga game tied
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| Combine a great mind with Dr Dre outside the club
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| You form a great line
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| You not a thug you ain’t even in the club nigga
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| Roll up in the spot with a bunch of ceder block blood niggas
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| Scud missiles launch, holla like a bud nigga
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| Don’t stop, make the bitches follow (?)
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| While you ponder on my moves
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| Shit is kinda strange flipmode aftermath bank account number change
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| Since day 1 nigga east coast stompin
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| Game told me come through take a lil trip to Compton
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| The way they live around here the shit is evident
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| They do how like we buy weed down on (?) on President (Westside)
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| Same hood shit homes
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| You know we do it proper
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| At the Vibe award my Ratchet woulda really repped the Doctor nigga
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| Look close you see the damage I’m bringing
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| Aftermath nigga thats the band Im swinging
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| You think you got a nigga shook right
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| What you look like
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| In the club only Yankee fitted with a red light
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| Look left look right
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| Nigga we don’t tuck ice
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| Me and Busta Rhymes shine like Diesel truck lights
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| Styling with my chucks on
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| Gold chain plus stones
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| On the stores track I run the city like Puff Combs
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| And ever since they put Buss on
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| We be dropping gangsta shit while my competition making love songs
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| I got no problem watching Snoop getting his cuz on
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| Thank Jimmy Iovine for letting me put the buzz on it
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| They say I’m borderline disrespectful
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| I tell em suck my dick long as my wrist and neck glow
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| I put chicks on xo then show em the breast stroke
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| Hurricane game I splash and let her legs go
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| Far as my checks go got cribs in escrow
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| In three years flat Im crowned king of the west coast
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| Im bout the only rapper that ain’t been jacked
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| How was that? |
| cuz I pack that mack
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| Don’t make me clap cuz I going off yack
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| On a Scott Storch track
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| So sniff these lines while I chop that crack
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| You can sip that surp while we flip these birds
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| B stars flipmode thats what you heard coming out that trunk
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| I pump that base with a red bandana tied around my face
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| And a Louie V belt wrapped around my waist
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| Im so ridiculous, ignorant thats just how I was raised
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| Inconsiderate, belligerent and niggas would say
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| I ain’t finish another album without f-ckin with Dre
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| He can’t finish Detox without f-ckin with me
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| Cus I’m young and I’m sick and I’m CPT
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| And I’m dumb and I’m rich niggas can’t see me
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| With red beams on the S-C-O-P-E
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| B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode
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| B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode
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| B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode
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| B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Breakin' Rules , by - The Game. Song from the album America's Most Wanted 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп