| Hmm
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| You don’t do that, what you talkin' shit for?
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| You ain’t got no whistle
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| You don’t pop no pistols
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| What you carrying a knife for?
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| You ain’t gonna stab nuttin'
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| You man are useless
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| Always been losers
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| Yeah
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| Said you G but you ain’t seen a box though
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| Yeah
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| How you man wanna bring it to the boss, though?
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| Yeah
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| Rolling around with the holes in your socks, bro
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| Yeah
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| Me and my boys are cold like Moscow
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| You don’t do that
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| What you talking nonsense?
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| 'Cause you don’t want problems
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| You better weigh up your options
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| What you screwing up your face for?
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| You ain’t mad like Bronson
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| From where the Villa 'n' blues play
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| The burgers and Johnsons
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| Oi, my G, you don’t do that
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| You’re not Biggie or 2Pac
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| Get sticky like blu-tac
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| From a city like new jack
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| What you ringing on me valve for?
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| Pick up like who’s 'at?
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| My mate said it’s his birthday
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| We flew out then we blew racks
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| (Oi, my G)
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| You don’t do that, what you talkin' shit for?
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| You ain’t got no whistle
|
| You don’t pop no pistols
|
| What you carrying a knife for?
|
| You ain’t gonna stab nuttin'
|
| You man are useless
|
| Always been losers
|
| Yeah
|
| Said you G but you ain’t seen a box though
|
| Yeah
|
| How you man wanna bring it to the boss, though?
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| Yeah
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| Rolling around with the holes in your socks, bro
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| Yeah
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| Me and my boys are cold like Moscow
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| You don’t do that
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| What you telling them fibs for?
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| Don’t hold man hostage
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| You ain’t mad like jigsaw
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| Around here is cold, blud
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| Bare man are getting wigged more
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| Coming like Call of Duty
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| I’m staying indoors
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| Oi, my G, you’re not welcome
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| Won’t hurt or won’t help 'em
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| Got burners, won’t sell them
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| Did earners, won’t tell them
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| Ayo make me a drink blud
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| No, go make yourself one
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| If I see feds I’m dustin''
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| Better put your belts on
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| 'Cause I got something in the glove box
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| Yeah, that’s when the fun stops
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| Yeah, I smell pussy
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| Yeah, you just wear Dunlops
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| Yo, I thought you was bad, bruv?
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| What you moving shook for?
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| Yo, you man are pussyholes
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| That’s what you get took for
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| (Don't lie to me, you don’t do that)
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| You don’t do that
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| What you talkin' shit for? |
| (What you talkin' shit)
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| You ain’t got no whistle (You ain’t pop no sticks)
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| You don’t pop no pistols (Cop no whips)
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| What you carrying a knife for? |
| (Why you carrying that?)
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| You ain’t gonna stab nuttin' (You ain’t gonna do shit)
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| You man are useless (You man are pricks)
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| Always been losers (Fuck coming to the bits, it’s mad)
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| Said you G but you ain’t seen a box though
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| Yeah
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| How you man wanna bring it to boss, though?
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| Yeah
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| Rolling around with the holes in your socks bro
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| Yeah
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| Me and my boys are cold like Moscow
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| You don’t do that, what you talking shit for?
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| You don’t do that, so what you talking shit for?
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| Don’t lie to me, you don’t do that
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| What you talking shit for?
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| Stop talking shit, man |