(Clap
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your hands
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to what
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he's doin)
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[VERSE 1: Devin]
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Either by bus, plane, train, 15 passenger van
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Another show, then we must go, let's get there fast as we can
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We just tryin to spread love when we comin to your city
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Some look at us shitty but some bitches show us they titties
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So I love my job, don't have to piss in a cup
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They tell me to straighten up because of all the kids and stuff
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Are gonna be there lookin at you perform
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So keep your lyrics calm, they might be there with their moms
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And pops, you need to drop somethin clean with no cussin
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But my shit is... But nothin, don't wanna hear these parents fussin
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Bout your 5th Ward filth and you holdin your crotch
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Nobody wanna hear bout what you wanna poke in they mouth
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But that ain't what it's all about, I'm simply tryin to have fun
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Tryin to break a leg before I break my third one
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Up in your back, they ask how can you stand there proud
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And bow knowin there's a little child in the crowd
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Sayin
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[CHORUS x2]
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Who is the man, moma
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On stage with the brew in his hands, moma
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Don't you think he's bein rude to the fans, moma
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Grabbin his nuts, look at him doin it again, moma
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He's doin it again, moma
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[VERSE 2: Devin]
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You got to give the people
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Yeah I know, somethin other than just pussy, alcohol and reefer
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You must uplift the public
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And they'll give love back, like just last night I got my nuts licked
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Ugly bitch in love but she hugged it and she rubbed it
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Fine big red hoe, but now my dickhead sore
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And we got another show in the O - Ohio
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It's kinda nice, I been there once and got my dick sucked twice
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Me and my penis and my microphone
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Are workin hard so I can get my lights back on
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Most people don't understand all the problems, pressure and pain
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They criticize and try to make you feel less of a mane
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But look at these balls, they're so big
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The hairs on em look like two big old afro wigs
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No need to get alarmed, I don't mean no harm
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If you got your kids with you and they tuggin your arm
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Sayin
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[CHORUS]
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Man, whatever happened to groups like Manhattans
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and the Spinners and Temptations and stuff?
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These new muthafuckas right here
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they just wanna fuck ... and cuss and ...
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Look at em up there smokin weed
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Aw, what's wrong, pops?
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I mean, you act like you never had the Temptation
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of smokin a little weed down in Manhattan
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Drinkin a beer, bonin a bitch, you know
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while you Spinner around, you know?
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But maybe you never smoked bud like I smoke bud
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maybe you never felt as high as I felt
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Me and my Coughee Brothers just keep blowin and blowin and
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[VERSE 3: Devin]
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If you got some shorties, could you make em stay home?
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Unless they wanna see some grown niggas shakin they bone
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I know it's morally wrong, but see, I'm known
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For passin Doobies to my Brothers, get my Family Stoned
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I'm Gladys Knight-time, the Right Time to get high
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We reachin for the sky on Earth, there's too much Wind for the Fire
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We out here in the parking lot, knockin out the last corners
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Of drink we had since yesterday from somewhere at Arizona
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We wanna be Kool, we're not a Gang, just tryin to hang
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With the people and drink, and maybe exchange slang
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We love music and we need the fans, need tourin
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But one thing we don't need is bad-ass children
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Sayin
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[CHORUS]
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Who's That Man, Moma
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| Devin The Dude |
