Keep it one hundred, I’m one hundred and one
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I ain’t talking dalmatians up under the sun
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On the road to Damascus, gun and a suit
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You either coming with some products or you coming for loot
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I’m coming with the peace so I’m chucking the deuce
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I ain’t tryna run a train I’m just in the caboose
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And I’m tryna give these niggas the truth
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I ain’t ‘bout to spazz on ‘em, give ‘em light
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I’m just doing my Zeus
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Rubbing on her body just like a masseuse
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And it’s money like a hobby for you to seduce
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But if you blink twice nigga you can Maduse
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See the snakes in here, look at Satan there
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I pray that you niggas all playing fair
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You can’t help but stare as you face the glare, yeah
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I’m not up on in short yellow
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With a helmet on my head while I’m eating marshmallows
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Playing jigsaw while I’m picking off devils
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I can rock this shit on all levels
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Straight up out the ES, journey over BS
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I’m like a hundred kilos stuffed in the Prius
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I’m going hard ‘til they free us
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Hold up wait a minute
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Let me put some season in this Gumbo
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Hold up wait a minute
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Let me put some season in this Gumbo
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Whole lot of flavor, flavor
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Whole lot of flavor, flavor
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Whole lot of flavor, flavor
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Whole lot of flavor, for you
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Whole lot of flavor, flavor
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Whole lot of flavor, flavor
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Whole lot of flavor, flavor
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Whole lot of flavor, for you
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Have you ever put your hand over fire just to see what you could tolerate?
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And you can find no escape
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Life is a Dominatrix waiting for shit to pollinate
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To make you mind your mistakes
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Keeping my chin down, nose clean, with my guards up
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Charged up ‘cause this ghetto got me scarred up
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Yes, I’m the child with the crookedest smile
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Look at my foul, look at what the star bucks
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You can’t swim if you don’t paddle
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Wake up in the morning with my nose to the gravel
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Bloodhound, for that federal reserve note
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That’s when I noticed the switch niggas just turned coats
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It’s the way of the world, carry the weight of the world
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Carry a blade too, for they forsake you
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Yeah, I’m the vision, from the night I was born
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To be the eye of the tiger in the eye of the storm
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I own a clock, ain’t no need for alarms
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Just get on your A-game when it’s time to perform
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Yeah, and I can show you what it feels like
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The moment they want you defeated but yet you still fight
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So what it feel like?
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Hold up wait a minute
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Let me put some season in this Gumbo
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Hold up wait a minute
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Let me put some season in this Gumbo
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Whole lot of flavor, flavor
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Whole lot of flavor, flavor
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Whole lot of flavor, flavor
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Whole lot of flavor, for you
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Whole lot of flavor, flavor
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Whole lot of flavor, flavor
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Whole lot of flavor, flavor
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Whole lot of flavor, for you |