| It’s the Koreatown Oddity
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| My mama call me Dominique
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| My pops call me 'Nique
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| Some people call me K-Town when I’m out in the streets
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| I call Swift my big brother and he call me Dom P
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| The «P» stand for perty, if you knew me early in my journey
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| You might’ve called me that
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| When I was in school, my lady called my Dominic Q
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| My nigga Kyle Erbe call me D.P.G
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| He said «don't dim your light, they can’t stop what’s meant to be»
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| I think he was talking about destiny (destiny, destiny, destiny)
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| And don’t open up your mouth to say something to hate
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| When I already know that your breath stank
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| With the negative shit that people talk
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| They really need to use some mouthwash
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| And probably a water floss
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| And pour some Listerine in the tank
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| So many albums coming out every month at this rate
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| I wouldn’t be surprised if my Granny said she was dropping a mixtape
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| And she’s like eighty years old (eighty years old, eighty years old)
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| She got other grandkids but I know I’m her favorite though
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| L.A. is my home, my birthplace, and the only thing that I known
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| As intimately as I do riding around with my mom in a riot salute
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| Terry with the jheri curl tying plastic bags on his shoes
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| Koreans on the roof of the California Mart with the shotguns ready to shoot
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| The entrance blocked by shopping carts, you seen it on the news
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| I seen it with my own eyes, in person, cause I stay two blocks away
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| And still got VHS tapes from that day
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| I wanna win a Grammy, not for the accolades
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| Just to act super niggerish when I hop on stage
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| Grab the mic and say something, have white people outraged
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| And dead Nazis and KKK spinning in their grave
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| And shout-out the men, women and children that gave
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| Me the opportunity to do the things that they dreamed of
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| Take my trophy home and then stuff it with weed nugs
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| Think about my come-up and how it’s just begun
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| If insufficient funds was a jazz band, I would’ve been a huge fan
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| 'cause of how I seen them so much
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| But the higher power always came through for me in the clutch
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| For that I gotta twist up a blunt and give thanks
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| It’s funny how a place I was raised is my nickname
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| I won’t forget where it started and how far I came
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| Can’t forget
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| Oh, can’t forget
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| Can’t forget where I come from
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| Can’t forget where I come from
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| Can’t forget where I come from
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| So what’s your plan, 'Nique?
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| Well, you know I was thinking like, if I just had enough dough to pay rent,
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| cover groceries, you know what I’m saying, get my weed here and there,
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| you know and some records, and some kicks every so often, you know.
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| Shit, I guess everything else would be extra
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| Dominique, son. |
| Let me help you. |
| There is no extras. |
| Everything is prevalent
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| right now in this existence. |
| Better yet, son. |
| It’s about chasing the spirit.
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| Chasing the spirit. |
| Chasing the spirit. |
| Chasing the spirit. |
| Chasing the spirit.
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| Chasing the spirit. |
| Chasing the spirit. |
| Chasing the spirit. |
| Chasing the spirit |