It goes one for the weather, two for the trees
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Three for the Imapalas, four for the Ds
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I don't have a job cause I'm employed by the streets
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I make dope music, my niggas flow to it
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I bring hope to it, like Ali at the Olympics
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... Though my vibe is something different
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It's live and something rhythmic
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Might remind you of the Tribe or something near it
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But I strive for something closer
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I'm more NWA when they was running through the posters
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Remember popping up your toaster
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To get your pop-tart to make it back before commercials?
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And Family Matters was your curfew
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When it got canceled did it hurt you?
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I almost crushed up the changer
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... But I had a crush on Topanga
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And 36 was the Chambers
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I wish I knew then that hip-hop was endangered
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What I wouldn't do to save her
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(... But why wouldn't you just change her?)
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I'm all out of tears like I'm M.J. Blige
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Don't wanna be LeBron or what MJ was
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Cube go (ooh), and BIG say (ahh)
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... And yesterday was a good day
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Drove it to the pad and I'm coastin'
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New fresh tee, pair of kicks and a Oakland
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And just yesterday some dude came up and asked me
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Where I was performing, I told him "nigga that was last week"
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No question, gave him a handshake and showed this girl some affection
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So I can run up in her section
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I'm at Leimert Park, the intersection
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I really love head and into sexin'
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And we getting chips like keno
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And hitting all them girls in skinny jeans that dress emo
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Live in high-def, no TiVo
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Ladies love Dom, that blackberry-dash, T-Mo'
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And she know exactly where I be though
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Right in front of Earl's, Player's Punch with the Fritos
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Undefeated cool, so cool like Tebow
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I should win a Heisman just for rhyming on these beats so
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Reload, fifteen in the clip
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Cause I don't want my mom so sick like Ne-Yo
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My sister found Nemo, I found some old Premo
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Tell Big I love the do' but I ain't never rolled cee-lo
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Leimert Park styling, D's with low mileage
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She is so 'bout it, I am so down if
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She goes down, goes down like 4s bouncin'
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And we can get high, get high off four ounces
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Haha, I boardwalk with four houses
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All my young niggas waste money, no accountants
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Views of the marina, bitches know the outcome
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Urban Outfitter jeans, baby come up out them
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X with no Malcolm, rose with no stem
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I lay it on thick, your flow is so thin
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Like opening my front door, you know I go in
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Your girl is so wet, she know I'm gon' swim
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I guess that's the end...
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Yesterday Was A Good Day
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| Dom Kennedy |
