| Who, me?
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| I’m the type of scrub who gots mad hoes
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| Who hang out and trade tips and suggestions
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| You’re the type of scrub that only gots two, your hands
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| And both make you wear protection
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| I’m the type of scrub that has no boss
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| ‘Cause I’m a self-made lord of the hustle
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| You’re the type of scrub who don’t work at all
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| You’re a sew-happy fraud; |
| no one trusts ya
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| I’m the type of scrub with big-shot friends
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| Crooked cops, politicians, and more
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| You’re the type of scrub, ditched by your friends
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| Couldn’t stop, but probably shit your drawers
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| I’m the type of scrub who won’t sell out
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| 25 years of winnin' any way I wanna do shit
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| You’re the type of scrub who couldn’t sell out a free show
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| Of a capacity of two, you and who, bitch? |
| Haha!
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| (Scrub Life!) It is what it is
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| You a scrub, bitch! |
| (Shit, that’s you!)
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| That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love
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| (Scrub Life!) It is what it is
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| You a scrub, bitch! |
| (Shit, that’s you!)
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| That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love
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| I’m the type of scrub who don’t turn the other cheek
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| Unless I’m winding back to deck ya
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| You’re the type of scrub to lick my spit off the floor
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| And walk off, whispering, «I don’t respect ya»
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| I’m the type of scrub who don’t follow trends
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| I mow my own path, blazing through sheep
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| You’re the type of scrub, a scoop follower, a poop swallower
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| If it’s the flavor of the week
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| I’m the type of scrub with two or three warrants
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| If I don’t like a rule, I break it
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| You’re the type of scrub doing twenty-three years to life
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| A crazy old lady rapist
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| I’m the type of scrub who like to fight back
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| Pull my gun out, you meet my nine
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| You’re the type of scrub who refuse to fight back
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| You say, «Blow my butt out; |
| I’ll be fine.»
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| (Scrub Life!) It is what it is
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| You a scrub, bitch! |
| (Shit, that’s you!)
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| That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love
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| (Scrub Life!) It is what it is
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| You a scrub, bitch! |
| (Shit, that’s you!)
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| That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love
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| Gangsta boogie! |
| gangsta boogie!
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| Bitch, I’m a scrub. |
| Piss in the tub
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| Shorty, want bubbly? |
| Let it rip in the tub (ew)
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| You the type of motherfucker get a bitch nails done for a dub
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| Take the bitch out to eat and then when the check come, you’re like, «What?»
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| I’m the scrub with a blunt lip on the couch scratching my nuts
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| Parking lot, I got two whips, but your bitch pickin' me up
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| Won’t quit hitting me up, I rang twice, then I said «what?»
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| You tell the bitch «hi.» |
| I be like dick hicking me up (girl)
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| You shape-shifty as fuck, type of scrub nobody gon' trust
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| I’m the type that might panhandle, but I got five on that blunt (yup)
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| Got two grand in my sock, homie, but that’s for the reup
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| All you got is your handout, and that face ‘bout to get punched
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| Say one word, and you’re lunch (bitch). |
| It’s scrub gang on you punks
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| You step up to these dirty hands, and your punk ass get touched
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| Shot mud out of you duffs (bitch). |
| Be crushed out of you punks
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| Ouija’s the scrub of the century know because he never be giving no fucks
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| (Scrub Life!) It is what it is
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| You a scrub, bitch! |
| (Shit, that’s you!)
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| That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love
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| (Scrub Life!) It is what it is
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| You a scrub, bitch! |
| (Shit, that’s you!)
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| That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love
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| (Scrub Life!) It is what it is
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| You a scrub, bitch! |
| (Shit, that’s you!)
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| That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love
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| (Scrub Life!) It is what it is
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| You a scrub, bitch! |
| (Shit, that’s you!)
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| That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love |