| Maybe you can catch my next show
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| Whether its East or West coast
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| I show love all through the bay
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| Frisco, the O, San Jose
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| In LA, we off to the Beverly
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| Hennessy on ice, at the Embassy, Suites
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| San Lu', Santa Barbara, all in, San Diego with the Chargers
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| We goin farther, touchin down
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| Homies run rappin, rush around
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| We hit Denmark, Copenhagen
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| Couldn’t wait to get back to the golden gate
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| To, Santa Cruz to rock at the Catalyst
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| To Princeland, off in Minneapolis
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| All through Oregon, parking lot pimpin'
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| Left Portland like Scottie Pippen
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| (San Quinn)
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| Said I slide out of Frisco to Kansas City
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| Missouri and Kansas the girls is scandalous
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| Shit is hot in Little Rock, Arkansas
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| I said the all get in, and the shit they talk
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| Then its down to Texas, Houston and Dallas
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| Where my blunts they roll the fattest
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| Hate the Cowboys, despise the Rockets
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| Like the country girls, cats smokin dope out they pockets
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| Hit New York like a Giant, the swings are back
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| No trust, no sleep, gotta bring my gat
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| Lookin for the king of rap, so I can take the crown
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| Then I slide to the next town
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| (Equipto)
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| It was hot on the beach in Florida
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| On the streets got a peach in Georgia
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| Across to Boston, then hit the Big Apple
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| Shop Bellvue, was Sleepless in Seattle
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| In Vegas cracked and got lucky
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| Two Backwoods with my boy from Kentucky
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| Plane soarin, this New Orleans
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| 5 in the morning, time for performin
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| Montana, bay grammar, Alabama
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| First rap show in Havana
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| Nothin but bammer, stamp the passport
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| At the Colonial, folks in Sacto
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| Tokyo, back to Japan
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| Got to be as worldwide as I can
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| I’m jet laggin, money in the bag
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| International with my rappin
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| (San Quinn)
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| Lookin for more dough, someone come try me
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| At the Pro Bowl, I’m out in Hawaii
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| (?) girls, I’m up on them girls
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| Tryin to put thangs in, take thong off girls
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| I can get a show with Louis in Idaho
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| Puff some real dro' before I go back to Spokane
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| And catch my plane to Chicago
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| They searchin, dogs sniffin through my cargo
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| Never move illegally, from there to Tennessee
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| Rollin up a Titan, sippin on some hennessey
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| It goes down, mo' brown in Cleveland
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| Ass round titties big gimme head this evenin
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| (Equipto)
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| From Yamagata to Yokohama
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| Suckas sound like Mary sayin no more drama
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| Indoja aroma its California
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| With females frontin off in Arizona
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| Its me and Quincy, off in Cincy
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| On a red eye flight and we high and tipsy
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| Mississippi and Carolina
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| From New Zealand all up through China
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| We land in London, its all on a fluke for real
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| And we chill in Brazil like Snoop
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| Proceed with caution, back to back shows in Austin
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| A wild response in Wisconsin
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| In Colorado where the groupies sweat us
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| Or the land down under with Gucci sweaters
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| In Delaware, I couldn’t really care
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| I’ma set up my shop, from here to there
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| (San Quinn)
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| Like yeah, yeah, yeah
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| From here to there like yeah, yeah, yeah
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| We might go there yeah, yeah, yeah
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| From here to there like yeah, yeah, yeah
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| We might go there
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| Its Mr. Brook the menace crook
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| Wit my nigga quipto
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| You know how we do
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| Frisco g’s, from here to over seas
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| From the golden gate to the frozen state
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| Like my pops say, we get money
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| We might touch down, out there in Australia
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| In the land down under
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| Get a little paper, from a young bitch
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| From out there in Australia ya dig
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| Or Philly, I meet ya in the Philippines
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| We in the Philippines wit guillotines
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| Bitch ya understand, yeah
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| Cuttin up the mothafucken razorblade
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| You know how we do
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| Wit the Nick Peace track, we stay slappin
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| And if we in your city right now
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| Put your hands in the air say yeah, say yeah, say yeah
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| Put your hands in the air and say yeah, say yeah, say yeah
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| And we out |