[Ali]
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I'm on my way to my show, uh, shirt Polo
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Gortex figaro, jeans Hilfiger though
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Starched up, hit the Amaco
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Bought a Philly, sparked up
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Lunatics'll blow the park up
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Ooh this herb, got me geekin like a nerd
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F what you heard, federal roll like a bird
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You were, actin funny when you first saw me
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Now, I'm makin jams have you bein like "go Lee"
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Hell nah trick, I'm picky now
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I'm spiffy now, smoke sticky now
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Hit the door at the club Yella, Grip and Luv
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Met me with a dub, was it fire playa, what
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Straight to the bar, got a Henny and Coke
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Ain't been in five minutes, rats sendin me notes
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Could it be the way I get down, the way I throw down
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I don't know, but it's one thing I know for sure
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[Hook-Ali]
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Some a y'all been tryin to write rhymes for years
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And we got dibs, irritatin my ears
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Is this the best that you can make?
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But if not, then you got more, I'll wait
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But don't make me wait too long 'cause I'm a move on the dance floor
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Where they put somethin smooth on
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Turn up the bass, it's better when it's loud
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'Cause I like to rule the crowd
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[Ali]
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Like my homie Joe Day, burgandy six-tre
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I'm lookin sporty, you fools know me
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No way, am I goin out like a buster
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Once I'm in last long like a wrestler
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Givin out degrees for that P.H.
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Raised on the N-O-R-T-H side of this biiaatch
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?? real soon, uh
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Like soon as you hear it put that blunt out, break and leave the room
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Get your own pop, piece to doom (?)
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Bulletproof and pop, my hit gon' baloon
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Position is assumed, I'm the Tic, the Tune
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Leavin 'em all like a typhoon, ghetto tycoon
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Cats waste ink, they don't take time to think
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Actin hard like they shit don't stink
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Knowin they stench like the rink
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True color be pink, rinky dink
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Big Lee need a spliff 'cause I'm startin to think, that...
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[Hook]
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[Nelly]
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See I rockin in my spare time, unwind and grind fools like coffee
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Softly is how I speak to them punks who come actin salty
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Then Ali, I let this thing go (booyaah!), back on the farm
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I heard you was on my tail now you yellin "Nelly, you lost 'em"
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Fool, my click is off the hook like O.J.
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Fool, there ain't no way, that we could ever be deep in four-play
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Run and ask your lady
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Smokin hay-hay-haaay
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I bust a rhyme, and I line all them draws, my sign for all a y'all
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Be that F on the top of skyscrapers, my lyrics rape ya
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Tape your mouth like a hostage, you be talkin garbage
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Makin my stomach nauseous with that shhh that, ah
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Tryna' compare your click to mine, you need to hide and catch up
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?? Duff know I'm a liar, makin you fools transpire
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To sweatshirts like Champion attire, so why you try-ah
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Lunatic for hirrrrrrre, haha, I'm startin to think that...
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[(Hook) 2x]
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Gimme What You Got (Remix)
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St. Lunatics |