(feat. Daytona, Khari)
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Yo, uh, Erick Sermonnn
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Yo, uh, huh, J
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Khari Santiago, uh, uh, uh
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Daytona, uh-uh, uh
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Uh-huh, sixteen machines
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Uh, yo.. yo..
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[Erick Sermon]
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Aiyyo Mark turn me up
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Watch DJ's in the club burn me up like "new music (?)"
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Same dog, Boss Hog, my style's Hazard, Duke
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The truth? I'm big enough to Skywalk with Luke
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I am revolutionary rhyme ready
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Phase one mic stage one yo let's go!
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Jump jump - or feel the react of this
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pump pump - twelve gauge'n blaze (uhh)
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Everytime I bring it hard for them niggaz
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like new whips, out the garage for them niggaz like
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Here's somethin for those who see past
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The new MB with the spaceship dash
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I come through in a two-thousand-fo'
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Chicks holla out, "UH-OH!" like I'm Nelly
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Yo, I come with the real front page
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Like Dame did, homeboy in "Backstage"
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[Chorus: x2]
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Aiyyo watch us do it (go 'head baby)
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Ain't nuttin to it (go 'head baby)
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You had your chance and blew it (go 'head baby)
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All my niggaz are - move it's nuttin
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[Daytona]
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E'rybody in the club better up them thangs
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When it's beef best believe I up that thang
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Five seconds or less to up that chain
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When I clutch that thang and, touch yo' brain
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I'm, seventeen with twenty inches on Impala
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Retros and Naughty sweats, out to make a dollar
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Now most ya cats couldn't picture this, consecutive hit
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after hit, it's ridiculous, conspicous
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Talk that I speak when I walk down the street
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Yeah I walk with the heat and I talk to the beat
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For the haters, that say 'Tona don't got it
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Pants stay low and the flow stay knotted
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It ain't the game, it's the players involved
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World premier motherfucker with a bunch of co-stars
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Watch got mad colors like a bowl of Trix
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Niggaz broke they whole life but still a benefit
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[Chorus]
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[Khari]
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Uh, I roll with major hitters, Dutch and Vega splitters
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I know what y'all thinkin - it's a takeover
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The unfriendly zone young guns is older
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You'll get smashed, need Jenny Jones to makeover
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your face I'm high because I hate sober
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Pussy patrol pull up in the Range Rover
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And you get to know that don't want to know ya (that's right)
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I hit chickens like I had pads on my shoulders
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Slick with this, ridiculous
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Rap bidness you're soft with bitch in parenthesis
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My sentences'll make the hottest modern rappers
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feel defenseless, jumpin over fences
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I'm accomodatin all ya hatin lyricists
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Spiritual lift, kidney shift
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Ribs is cracked, lips is split, necks are slit
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I do all kinda extra shit, heck with it
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We the hecklers in the front, checkin ya texture
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Ya teflon don't protect, waist down and neck up
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I trailerpark and just trash ya rap up
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Ya want some more? Fuck it, wait until the next cut
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It's Nuttin'
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Erick Sermon |