| And as the day turns night, and the weather is cold
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| I get a grip 'fore I slip, and the infinite hold
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| Now you could try to be a man, when you know you a boy
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| Staying down without a ride, cause I won’t be ignored
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| I’ve got a hot little something, don’t you be no fool
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| Don’t you be no fool
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| Don’t you be no fool
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| Backtracking, baby, move me on the right
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| I’m on a train
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| Shake a leg, give it to me on the side
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| And all the fame
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| You could put it on your A-T
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| Or put it on your mama
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| Boy, I’mma be your reason
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| And no n**** gonna
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| My daddy was a hustler
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| My old lady that fur laid
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| I’d be stalking in the cribs
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| You’d skip outta here, you heard me?
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| When the streetlight’s on
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| That means them killers is loose
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| You see they gave me that tool
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| And told me «Give him the blues.»
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| They probably think that I’m buggin'
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| They probably think that I’m cold
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| I put that shit up my nose
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| And fill a n**** with
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| You heard me?
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| Backtracking, baby, move me on the right
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| I’m on a train
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| Shake a leg, give it to me on the side
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| And all the fame
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| I can get it when I need it
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| Know my people got a lot
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| But I gotta get me, take it
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| I got to tearing' round the block
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| See them knocking on my bank
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| Ain’t got no sense of seeing
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| I’ve got a pocket full of guap
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| And I’mma rest appreciate it
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| Now my mama got a fix
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| So I’mma check up in the purse
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| She’s there cutting when she moves
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| I’m at school when she’s at work
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| It’s been working 9 to 3
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| And it’s working 9 to 4
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| And I was waiting for the n****
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| Started fucking with the dope
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| Backtracking, baby, move me on the right
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| I’m on a train
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| Shake a leg, give it to me on the side
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| And all the fame
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| And as the day turns night, and the weather is cold
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| I get a grip 'fore I slip, and the infinite hold
|
| Now you could try to be a man, when you know you a boy
|
| Staying down without a ride, cause I won’t be ignored
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| I’ve got a hot little something, don’t you be no fool
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| Don’t you be no fool
|
| Don’t you be no fool
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| Backtracking, baby, move me on the right
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| I’m on a train
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| Shake a leg, give it to me on the side
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| And all the fame |