[Ali]
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St. Lunatics and we here now, we never give up
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Swallowin Cris' 'til we spit up, put your shit up 'cause now
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We navigatin, wood grain, hood slang, collaboratin
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God over satan, no debatin, so I'm celebratin
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This new life, off the block buyin stock
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Divin off the dock in Bangkok, I used to slang rock
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And it was so hard, but now the wallet sport a gold card
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Bitches goin nuts when the rims hit the boulevard
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Hustle hard, the whole inside glowin
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From the T.V.s, diamonds went from hard to see to 3-d
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Double VD, bubble Lex with the CD
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Puffin seaweed, I'm free, hit the slope and ski
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DC to France, finance is too advanced
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Wit' plans to 'cause a trance, money stands yellin "romance!"
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I never stop comin, gunnin, runnin and sunnin
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With Cuda spinnin them hun'neds on hun'neds spinnin and blunted
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[(Chorus - Ali) 2x]
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I'm like okaaaay, niggas brought they cars out
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Thick broads out, all the stars out
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We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin
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"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"
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[Murphy Lee]
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Five deep in a Yuko', we struggle by toes, we still ghetto
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Float St. Louis, fake insurance, with no petro
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Nuts are heavy, Teddy Peddy tell 'em to let go
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'Tics are ready, Kevin Law tell 'em I said so
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I let go, sixteen out of sixty-four
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And the forty-eight bars left'll have you keekin for mo'
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Women be like "who do y'all think y'all are?"
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I'm Mr. pull up in big trucks, I'm far from a star
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'Cause I'm the sun, the reason why the day gon' come
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One out of five reasons why they hatin on us
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Tracks is like a gas tank, I fill 'em on up
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And my shows is robbery style, they givin it up
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I'm like a Michael Jackson concert, a milli' and up
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And these haters are like a comedy, be buggin me up
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They women treat me like cows, they be pullin my stuff
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And to get that up outta me more, they be suckin me off
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[Chorus]
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[Kyjuan]
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Now you know Mo, I stay equipped with a zip
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And the soles of my Air Force One's on e'ry trip
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And on e'ry whip I choose those D's to roll
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(What them niggas 'round the corner gon' start shit for?)
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When they know, oh, he keep a stash in the Nav'
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Pop a half and take out your Ave. on my behalf
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My whole staff love to laugh and count the money
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On the couch, hands in our pants like Al Bundy
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I love smoke ganj? Monday to Monday
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And e'ry other day a nigga fuckin with gun play
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It's ok, since all the dogs out
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All my broads out, doin they bump they ?? out
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And we rollin, Henny holdin and blunt rollin
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Money foldin, been in more rings than Hulk Hogan
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It's official, Nelly Hummer clean as a whistle
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You boys signed to Fo' Reel, you doin your thug thizzle
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[Chorus]
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I'm like okaaaay
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Okay
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| St. Lunatics |
