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[Lil' Wyte]
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Lil' Wyte's the name - their ain't a day pass
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That I ain't in trouble, this changes the game
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And turns a summer sault to a double
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They hatin' me now - I vapped out and they gon' feel my rumble
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But it is all gravy - I'm running and ain't 'bouta stumble
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Backoff a few years and you will find some crooked decisions
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I managed them clear and did not let them break down my vision
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That's all I don't need - somebody try'na stop what I'm givin'
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But there's just too many hoes out there to give one bitch my pimpin'
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I'm bringin' ya Memphis - I just joined the white rapper convention
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Back in the day - I blazed my hay and dreamed about recognition
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But I done made it, they hate it
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I love it, becuz of DJ Paul and Juicy J - I got so far from above it
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Pushin' and shovin' they don't know of that I'm posted on a regular
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Good 'ole boy from around the way - might be small but don't test me brah
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Question brah, listen brah, yes thats what I'm stressin' brah
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Yes thats me in your hood, 2-doo' Cutlass - what I'm flexin' brah
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[Chorus: Lil' Wyte]
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Jus' the good 'ole boys - hangin' out geddin' high
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Jus' the good 'ole boys - watchin' cops ridin' by
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Jus' the good 'ole boys - sittin' round drinkin' beer
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Jus' the good 'ole boys - we was the clique the haters feared
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Jus' the good 'ole boys - never really wanted blow
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Jus' the good 'ole boys - was overloaded on that dro
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Jus' the good 'ole boys - 2 doo' Cutlass what we flexin'
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Jus' the good 'ole boys - if you in the road you better move we comin' yo direction
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[Lil' Wyte]
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Don't let yo window catch a cloud - I'm as high as you
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I know you wish this song would keep on bumpin' through a pound or.2
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But it's all good - it's gonna go off - like everything that goes up comes down
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I make sounds come out my mouf - then put now snawls to make 'em melt
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Watch me guarantee the game - nothing but some fucking pain
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Put cyanide in cyringes and inject it in they veins
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Threw up on the league the hardest music Memphis seen in a while
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Hit me quick wit' Triple 6 and then let out +Mystic Style+
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I was hook and good 'ole boys like me was catching the vibe
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I survive - I strive now look at me - I'm all in the sky
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Keep in mind, I was the one overlooked alla the times
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Deep inside, I thought that I was the one never would rise
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Here I am, I'm spittin' it out and bringin' it too ya taday
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Ain't no gangsta, just a Bay, area represento wit' something to say
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So if you want me come get me - y'kno where I'm at
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I'm prolly there right now, but there's no way good 'ole boy
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Like me go out without my Crown now
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[Chorus]
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[Lil' Wyte]
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It's like this, good 'ole boys - I don't get what they can out this game
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Whether we are, down in our slums or we on top of this thang
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Cuz I've got, some real ones rollin' with me down for the cause
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Even if the, situation get sticky they ain't 'bouta pause
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So I must, watch over my fleet and lead em all inta victory
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Mystery how did I get here, all the rest is just history
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Liberty is what I'm seekin' to get away from misery
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Mess with me - you'll be fucked up
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Cause I'll let out inner energy
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Never was a problem child - always kept up with the game
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The slang, and somehow everyone in the hood knew my name
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It ain't my fault it made me, too be something that you ain't
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It is my fault I'm doing, something that y'kno you cant
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Man I remember gettin' drunk, drinkin' my self unda the flo'
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Reminiscin' of throwing up - makin' love to the camode
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I did my dirt, didn't I get caught and still serf' birds in the end
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But that's all right cuz All I need's my little girl and my pen
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[Chorus]
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Com'n Yo Direction
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| Lil' Wyte |
