| Gettin' head in the whip-call that v-neck
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| Poppin' the collar 'fore I ever seen a check
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| A droog barely saw the fruits of his labor
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| And you hoppin' on the banana like Chiquita, ya dick eater
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| Need to fall back and let my nuts breathe
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| Plus you got no pull like a smut’s weave during sex
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| And you don’t wanna get wet up
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| Hog-tied and set-up, stripped out your get-up
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| Get up! |
| Stop cryin' on the floor, what you have to stunt for?
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| We know that you don’t want war
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| You wanna talk about a peace plan
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| Givin' info in the back of a police van
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| (Where you at, son?) I’m in the house like C-SPAN
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| Your Old Droog been a beast, man (check me out)
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| Spittin' rhymes you can’t quote with a weak throat
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| You need a pack of Winstons, black coffee, and a peacoat
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| I try to put it aside, but droogs, we need to provide
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| Plus it won’t leave me alone, alone
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| And if I’m gonna do this, I need to be the biggest star that I can be, I can be,
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| oh, oh
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| Tricks wanna step to Droog and then they catch fade
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| 'Cause they bitch-made pullin' out a switchblade
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| That’s kinda trifle, cause that’s a knife, fool
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| You’re just a parasite like the Eiffel
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| Stifle yourself like Edith or get played
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| Like a Paul Reed Smith, you and them cats you smoke weed with
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| No G, get smacked up for free
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| I see you laughin' to the bank but you’re not all that you cracked up to be
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| Hee… hee… ain’t it funny like J-Lo and Jeffery
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| And done effortlessly
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| Pop shots like Steph Curry
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| And your eye vision will be left blurry, eff a referee
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| Swish, nothin' but net, with lotsa bank-ins
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| Called by the O.G. |
| Sacha Jenkins
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| Link back up with my son, Irv
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| Persistence does wonders, none of this is undeserved, the nerve
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| Nobody gets in this shit to be regular
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| I manhandle while you panhandle like a beggar, bruh
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| Other cats is movin' bricks, I’m a slang slanger
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| Set for life like a gang-banger
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| To the death, and I got a lil' fame
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| Keep it a hunnit like most points in a single game
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| By Wilt Cham', Old Droog kilt the game
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| Like your favorite rapper rockin' a skirt, don’t it hurt?
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| Pertinent, relevant when I spit
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| You’s a rodent, you ain’t leavin' no dent in this shit
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| There’s more to this than makin' sentences fit
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| You see I went in but I’m low-key ventin'
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| It’s more than just spittin' a hard bar
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| I’m bringin' 'em more records than Nardwuar, check me out
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| Gettin' love from college kids down at Seton Hall
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| Without the hook on it, I be cheatin' y’all |