| You don’t know nothing
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| You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
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| And (You don’t know nothing)
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| You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
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| And. |
| You don’t know nothing
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| (You don’t know nothing. You don’t know nothing)
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| Like
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| Drips on the lips, I ips on these strips. |
| Fuck
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| Dicks in a diner—I want queens from Ghana
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| Jet-black Niners that protect my reminder
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| In case your honor try to get designer
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| Like I’ll be met with this. |
| No
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| Instructions were sent with this. |
| Not even a
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| Goddess can creep up, deny this my strength like Titus
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| Nigga, don’t ask me why. |
| This shit the omega
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| ‘Cause I open all night like bodega
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| Game like Sega, rips on the regu'
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| Arm to a leg-ah, leg-ah to the arm
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| Rough like a bag of traum—uh uh, clear
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| My throat. |
| Catch my goat. |
| We be hiding sheeps
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| In coat. |
| Nigga, you get smoked like a ham
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| But you know I don’t fuck with the swine. |
| Nothing but
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| The beef in my rhyme, never drop dimes
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| You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
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| And (You don’t know nothing). |
| You don’t know nothing
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| You don’t know nothing
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| You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
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| And (You don’t know nothing). |
| You don’t know nothing (You don’t know nothing)
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| You don’t know nothing
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| You don’t know nothing
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| You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
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| And
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| We’re rulers, we’re schoolers. |
| Each and every
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| Night, door knocks, you’re foolish, two lips
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| Talking with some large yapper tongue
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| Caged in, now you swung. |
| Look what your chick brung:
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| Treats for all and goodies. |
| You saw the sign
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| No jeans, no kicks, no hoodies
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| Fuck that! |
| ‘Cause that’s how we roll
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| You don’t understand, you’ll find your left eye swole
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| I’ll burn ‘em whole and
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| Electrify a hundred percent, the Ben Franklin
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| We break off limbs on horses to wins
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| I’m spitting out phlegm to all of them, those who wanna
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| Talk but don’t follow through. |
| Yeah, I could be
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| Sweet, motherfuck, yeah, sour too
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| Talking out the side of your mouth, I’ll take you out
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| I seen the whole shit, I took the whole route, no doubt
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| But still kept focus
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| Make the livest niggas take notice, and all my peoples
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| Know this, spark up the next L
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| Then write, the whole clique rock well. |
| That’s it
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| You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
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| And (You don’t know nothing). |
| You don’t know nothing
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| (You don’t know nothing). |
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| You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
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| And (You don’t know nothing). |
| You don’t know nothing
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| And (You don’t know nothing). |
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| And (You don’t know nothing). |
| You don’t know nothing
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| You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
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| And (You don’t know nothing). |
| You don’t know nothing
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| And (You don’t know nothing). |
| You don’t know nothing
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| You don’t know nothing
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| You don’t know nothing, you don’t know nothing
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| You don’t know nothing ‘bout mocknecks, suede fronts
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| And |