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.) |