Yeah, classic hip hop shit
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Dr. D-R-E
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Rozay and Jay, let¡¯s get ¡®em
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We started out moppin¡¯ floors
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And now we front row at the awards
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Number one for the last twenty years
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If you real, mothafucka
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scream cheers
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Mothafucka scream cheers
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Heh, and it is what it is
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He wanted to shine
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at the swap meet
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Til the white boys got him
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in that hot seat
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I only love it when her hair long
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You should listen to this beat
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through my headphones
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Money long, number
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one twenty years strong
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Fuck a gym, I am him,
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I¡¯m Andre Young
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G5s to 64s, Dre got ¡®em
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If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms
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Great weed, nice homes,
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bread proper
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Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
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Bentley coupe, new yacht,
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my helicopter
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Born broke, real nigga
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straight out of Compton
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The fuck you magazine
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niggas want from me
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I rewrote the game, nigga, now
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talk money
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All black on my Al Capone shit
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I built a house, nigga get your
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own shit
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I only love it when her hair long
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You should listen to this beat
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through my headphones
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See y¡¯all niggas
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Hit the switches on that shit
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one time, ugh
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Let the top down
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I came a long way
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from the weed game
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Twenty stack seats at the Heat game
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And I¡¯m still strapped
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with the heat man
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And we steppin¡¯
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on a nigga feet man
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80 pair of sneakers
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came from the D game
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Cousin was a Crip,
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said it was a C thing
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Brown bag money in a duffle bag
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Fuck ¡®em all, wet ¡®em
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and we gotta double back
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The homie whippin¡¯ chickens
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in his momma kitchen
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On the mission, said he
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get it for his son tuition
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Real nigga¡¯s
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dreams comin¡¯ to fruition
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Stumble, but I never fall,
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leanin¡¯ on my pistol
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I only love it when the ass fat
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We should listen to this track
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in my Maybach
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I¡¯m just tryin¡¯ to be a billionaire
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Come and suck a dick
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for a millionaire
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Uh, it¡¯s just different
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I know it feels different
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Uh, I only love her
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if her eyes brown
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Play this shit while you play
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around with my crown
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King H-O, y¡¯all should know by now
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But if you don¡¯t know, uh
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Millions on the wall and all my rooms
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Niggas couldn¡¯t fuck
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with my daughter¡¯s room
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Niggas couldn¡¯t walk
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in my daughter¡¯s socks
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Banksy bitches, Basquiat
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I ran through that buck fifty
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Live Nation fronted me
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They workin¡¯ on another deal,
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they talkin¡¯ two hundred fifty
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I¡¯m holdin¡¯ out for three
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Two seventy five and I just
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might agree
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Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
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Now look at me, I can park in my
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own arena
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I only love her if her weave new
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I¡¯m still a hood nigga, what
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you want me to do
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Been hoppin¡¯ out the BM
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with your BM
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Taking her places that you
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can¡¯t go with your per diem
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Screamin¡¯ carpe diem
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until I¡¯m a dead poet
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Robin Williams shit,
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I deserve a golden globe bitch
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I take a Ace in the meanwhile
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You ain¡¯t gotta keep this
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Khaled, it¡¯s just a freestyle
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Fuck rap money,
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I¡¯ve made more off crates
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Fuck show money,
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I spent that on drapes
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Close the curtains, fuck boy,
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out my face
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I whip the coke, let the lawyer
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beat the case
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Murder was the case
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that they gave me
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I killed the Hermes store,
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somebody save me
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Stuntin¡¯ to the max like wavy
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Oh shit
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Oh, stuntin¡¯ to the max,
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I¡¯m so wavy
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Used to shop at TJ Maxx back in ¡¯83
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I don¡¯t even know
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if it was open then
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I ain¡¯t know Oprah then
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Have the XL 80 bike
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Loud motor, they be like,
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Damn when I¡¯m comin¡¯
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through, rrraaanngg
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Had the grill in ¡¯88,
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y¡¯all niggas is late
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You got all that, right
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I love this shit like my own daughter
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Let¡¯s spray these niggas, baby,
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just like daddy taught ya
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Young, this is just different
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3 Kings (Feat. Dr. Dre & Jay-Z)
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| Rick Ross |
