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Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin Screw
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I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip #2"
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I use to skip summer school, hit the block and move work
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That was enough to buy some shoes, pants, and a new shirt
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Now I'm shinin like Puff, wearin diamonds like Puff
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We got everybody else music sounding like US
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So hold up! You better get your own style
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Cause we been bumpin Screw down here for a while!
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And when you see me at the mall, Just me and my dawg
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I'm shoppin with them, Cause I ain't trickin for a broad
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I do shows and rock crowds, And then I get paid
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Summer time, I'm on dubs, Winter time, I'm on blades
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My whole click livin laid, man we all got Vets
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My crib so big, I ain't even see my room yet
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But hold up! You better get your own style
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Cause we been buyin six-figure homes for a while!
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Now when you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The Source
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And the XXL, standing next to a Porsche
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I get paid with my voice, so I pimp these beats
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I hate commercial rap, so I pimp these streets
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You don't work you don't eat, that's a known fact
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I just don't rap, nigga I know how to act
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But hold up! You better get your own style
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Cause we been fuckin with magazines for a while!
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[Chorus x1]
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Because we represent the 7-1-3!
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The type of Rappers y'all never goin be!
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We makin money y'all never goin see!
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Because we represent the 7-1-3!
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Houston, Texas nigga!
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Now when you see me with Tigga, On BET
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Or 106 and Park, with AJ and Free
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Or MTV, come take a look at my house
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And after that, come take a look at my mouth
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Yea I represent the South, like Pastor Troy
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And I'm still Fresh and Clean, like Andre and Big Boi
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But hold up! You better get your own style
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Cause we been talkin shit on TV for a while!
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Now when you see me with a sweet, blowing smoke out my nose
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9 times outta 10, I'm probably blowin Hydro
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So don't blow my high, just leave me alone!
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Cause I get high like Cheech and Chong
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Call me 'Afroman' when my hair ain't braided
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I got 20 tatoo's but I'm still educated
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But hold up! You better get your own style
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Cause we been smokin high-time weed for a while!
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And when you see my at the club, I gotta get my floss on
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Techno, my ring shinnin, and I got my cross on
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I gotta brand new phone, Cause I'ma rich nigga
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And when people call, you can see they picture
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I'm still Lil'Flipper, but my money got taller
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And my Benz got wider, and your hundred got smaller
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But hold up! You better get your own style
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Cause we been acting bad, drivin cars for a while!
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When you see me Big Pimpin, like UGK
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I'm choppin on blades, candy-paint, Jog Grey
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I'm sittin on Twenty's, but I'm twenty-one
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I'm ridin with an AK, you still got a B-B Gun
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So you need to Back, Back, and gimme 50 feet
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Cause you ain't sellin records like Sucka-Free
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But hold up! You better get your own style
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Cause we been ridin around with straps for a while!
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[Chorus x2]
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Because we represent the 7-1-3!
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The type of Rappers y'all never goin be!
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We makin money y'all never goin see!
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Because we represent the 7-1-3!
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Houston, Texas nigga!
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