Intro:
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Check it on the one, you Com is gonna come (X3)
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And check it out, ha.
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Verse 1:
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My raps do laps around tracks and adapt
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To any enviroment, I'm the comma comma Chamelion
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I use to pop the willy on my blue and gray sting ray
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It had maxed, I was with bitches that had coochie
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Bassum wasn't rollin' Starters, looking harder than niggas
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Hoes wore clothes, that exposed their figures
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Ain't 7 steps in the jam, next the police come
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Fights, there would be one, numbers I would get at least one
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We come to the get together with whatever
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You wouldn't know how deep it was, we all didn't together
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Eat up all your vittles, drink your brew and then step to
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The next cue, let's do it again y'all
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That was when "mad" was "tall" and "phat" was "cold"
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The days of Old Chicago and Fun Town and shorties we run round
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Play strike outs till sun down, but the shit ain't as fun now
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And the city is all run down, we troop down to Jew Town
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Talking cat down on some gear, have enough for a Polish incom fair
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I stare, at what use to be Bubbles and think about who use to cop our
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liquor
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(Who?) Our neighborhood father figure
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Hook:
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I'm out with my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but ah,
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"Niggas be rollin'" - Ol' Dirty Bastard from Protect Ya Neck
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Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I
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"Niggas be rollin'"
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Gotta make a stop take a leak and get some chops cause um
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"Niggas be rollin'"
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We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause um
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"Niggas be rollin'"
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Verse 2:
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I got more rhymes then the Manor got folks had style
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Since I went to McDowl, wearin' boats
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And penny loafers know I had the nickel in mines
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We use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the rhyme
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It's like rain drops couldn't make our game stop
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Skeeter will hit from the same spot
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Torla tore my shit down, get down, put your body in motion
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Only the strong survive, but on the 6 or the 5
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Live as hot as sex use to be at the Racket
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Wrong club with music by Andre Hatchet
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Or either Beat Box Ferris at them country club parties
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Would be hot as hell and house stud would get "Find a body!"
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Sawyers I would go there, hip hop clubs were so rare
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I like the music anyways and it was always hoes there
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Was said to have the best chicks but mostly High Park and V hoes
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Is who I mess with, the best shit was troopin' to the loop
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With your positions held class crooked ass but still go the division
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(I remember that) Over Yamela's crib while his old girl was at work
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Bust a smoothie on the spread, but sill have some on your shirt
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Hook
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Verse 3:
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I tuned into BMX and taped Farly on the tonemaster
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I took the 6 instead of the 28 to get home faster
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Then HBK was the only station that would fuck with rap
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You was on the shore by yourself cats would say, "Up your act."
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What you could make of it, you was a gump they was takin' shit
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Either fight or break for it, we go to the lake and get full
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My drink there was Boons and Red Bull
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I remember swimming in Avalon, and being in a pool
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I thought I was cool, with my "members only" and a bold fade
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Wall to wall greens to get the sport gray and palmade
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And soft breasts, as we got older we would star crush and bang fags
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Go to Marshall's and change tags, I snagged nuff niggas
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And games are off the wall, in softball, Piggy one I would call
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When I first got my three way callin', I caught Marsh tryin' to lie
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Home of the original gangbangers, and ain't nobody Chi
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Hook
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Nuthin' To Do
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