| Check it out, ya’ll
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| (Check it out, ya’ll)
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| Check it out, ya’ll
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| (Check it out, ya’ll)
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| Check it out, ya’ll
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| (Check it out, Ya’ll)
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| Check it out, ya’ll
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| (Check it out, ya’ll)
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| To all my niggies over there
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| What’s goin' on?
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| To all my peoples over here
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| What’s goin' on?
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| To all the cuties with the stack
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| What’s goin on?
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| To all the killas in the back
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| What’s goin' on?
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| Ain’t nothing but a thing now
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| Who wants to swing with the I.N.C
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| Bring bikinis with the string
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| And let’s get on down
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| I like the sound that makes my mind run away
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| Put that fucking gun away
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| 'Cause everything is peace tonight
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| Aight
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| It ain’t gonna' be no fight, we gonna' do it up, right
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| Feelin' alright, gotta' get right
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| The party all night
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| I step in with my Adidas as dumb fly
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| And that oldschool like Cooley High
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| Why would you wanna' flex
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| When cheques get cashed
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| And wack rappers get bashed
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| But not getting bismarked on the mic
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| You’ll never know when the I.N.C.'s gonna' strike
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| 'Cause it happens so fast
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| Now let the hit last
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| To all my niggies over there
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| What’s goin' on?
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| (Ya' rollin' with the I.N.C.)
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| To all my peoples over there
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| What’s goin' on?
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| (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.)
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| To all the cuties with the stack
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| What’s goin on?
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| (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.)
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| To all the killas in the back
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| What’s goin' on?
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| (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.)
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| Riding, I’m going riding
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| I’ve got my G by my side
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| And we’re crusing the ville like tour guides
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| Pride in my brain for living through the hectic
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| Streets of ville-ville
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| Where dreams get ejected
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| Damn
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| It seems like just yesterday
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| We played two hand touch around the way (Okay)
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| And as I cruise through the blocks
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| I look at all the flocks
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| Of bums with no socks
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| Living life on the rocks
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| And I’m thinking just how lucky I am
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| It didn’t get me
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| Here comes fifty, he wanna' sweat me
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| You’re not arresting me
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| Arresting me
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| Don’t go testing me
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| 'Cause my destiny
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| Doesn’t involve handcuffs or bars
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| Just wanna' boom through the bass and the cars
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| 'Cause physically, mentally and emotionally
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| This is how it’s supposed to be
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| To all my niggies over there
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| What’s goin' on?
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| (Ya' rollin' with the I.N.C.)
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| To all my peoples over there
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| What’s goin' on?
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| (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.)
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| To all the cuties with the stack
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| What’s goin on?
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| (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.)
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| To all the killas in the back
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| What’s goin' on?
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| (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.)
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| It’s like this, ya’ll
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| (It's like that, ya’ll)
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| It’s like this, ya’ll
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| (It's like that, ya’ll)
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| I’m living fat, ya’ll
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| With mad skill for the grill
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| If you’re mad like lion still don’t shoot to kill
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| Black Coupe de Ville, sittin' on chrome
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| No place like home where ill kids roam
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| (Yo, who ya' down with)
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| Yo, I’m down with the I
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| I’m down with the I.N.C
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| (What, and who you rollin' with?)
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| Yo, I’m rollin' with the I
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| I’m rollin' with the I.N.C
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| (What)
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| Don’t even try and see
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| None of this here
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| What’s up dear, you got a lot in the rear
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| And I’d swear that what you really wanna' do
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| Is get down and party all night with the crew
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| It’s just me, Lord Digga and the rest of the clan
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| What’s up, the Steady Pace
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| That’s my man
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| And I stand in the middle of the jam
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| With both hands high in the air
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| Aww yeah
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| To all my niggies over there
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| What’s goin' on?
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| (Ya' rollin' with the I.N.C.)
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| To all my peoples over there
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| What’s goin' on?
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| (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.)
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| To all the cuties with the stack
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| What’s goin on?
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| (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.)
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| To all the killas in the back
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| What’s goin' on?
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| (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.) |