| Uh huh…
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| Ayo feet planted
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| Eyes slanted, grand peripheral
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| Extraordinary banda individual
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| Standin' at the manda that’s the dismissable
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| Peace to the nation, got patience to sing to you
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| To the two one puttin' truth in the lines
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| In the booth with glass orange juice to the lime
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| Ballin' must play hoops all the time, Spaldin' bounce put the boost
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| In her spine, had to give her a reason to rewind
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| So you ain’t got to… tell her slide through
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| Pop bottles with models and hit the drive through
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| Karma suited for kamasutras, spanish models with the somber movements
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| One two like I stomped to it and uncut like without condom usage
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| R-A-W, eh what the fuck is you doin'? | 
| (Nothin)
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| Selling them lines to the kids
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| A nigga gotta live
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| A nigga gotta live
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| A nigga gotta live
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| A nigga gotta live
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| A nigga gotta live
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| Ayo hot low, asshole, on my own shit
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| Been back but no one smokin' on the cig
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| Gotti flow got little shawty blow clips
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| Snotty nosed kid, now the crop since kid karate rhymes (?)
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| Young ridin' hypha got the party loud like a twenty five to life
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| Fresh out the cypha surfin' line like slung coke
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| So came by the ocean on the coast or open on a dope overdose
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| It’s over dosage, so sleep, no sweat techniques, no joke
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| One toke smoking on the best trees, floatin' in the sea
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| Back strokin', ‘till the river runs dried up, spill a loogy young blu-ey
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| Got the fire, he provide every came your supplier
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| Liars hangin' on telephone wires, the B-L-U in the…
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| What the fuck is you doin'? | 
| (Nothin) Sellin 'em lines to the kid
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| A nigga gotta live
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| A nigga gotta live
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| A nigga gotta live
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| A nigga gotta live
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| (The world is ours)
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| A nigga gotta live
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| (The world is ours)
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| A nigga gotta live
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| (Say it louder)
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| A nigga gotta live
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| (Fight the power)
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| A nigga gotta live
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| (The world is ours) |