[MJG]
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A natural fact:
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That I pimp tracks and freak around
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The game got cracks in them pipes,
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it's leakin' town
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My lines blow yo' mind,
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yo' senses remain puzzled
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Attacked by the weight of the bass
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in yo' chest,
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Eightball, MJG, MC Ren,
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nevertheless
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'Cause we's the most
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My real-ass lizards,
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let's make a toast,
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and sing aloud to bustas,
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and force 'em to get ghost
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And coast to coast
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We shows loves in Network,
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while some try to impress people
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and get hurt.
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Deep thoughts cloud my conscience
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as I curl,
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up in the corner on hand,
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and then I hurl
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Call my girl
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Tell her I'm drunk
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and can't make it
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I tried to drink the whole damn bar
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and couldn't take it
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That's aiight!
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'Cause come sunrise,
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I'm still rollin
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My nuts the only title I'm claimin'
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and still holdin'
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[Chorus- MC Ren]
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Now who in the fuck
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wanna come and represent?
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You bitch ass niggaz,
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y'all be too hesitant
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I, take my black ass
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down to the south
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Bitches wanna fuck me
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while I'm in the Suave House
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Nigga, who in the fuck
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wanna come and represent?
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Oh, I know you suck that dick,
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acting too hesitant
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We, MJG, Eightball, Villain,
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Make that straight nigga shit,
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that's how these niggaz feelin', Uh.
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[Eightball]
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Guess wo popped up,
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straight up out the cuts
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with lyrical buckshots
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spillin' all a nigga guts
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Touch whoever witness,
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strays when I displays,
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a thousand different ways to get paid
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with a phrase
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Days go by,
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I be hibernatin' gettin' high
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Dreamin' 'bout L.A.
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penetratin' somethin' fly
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Down in H-Town,
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or somewhere in the Mound,
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all eyes on me, baby,
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'cause I get around
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We be like, connected
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weak-ass niggaz get ejected
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Ooze like slime,
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dig this hines when we wreck shit
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Uncut, coast to coast,
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slangin' audio dope
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Manglin' MCs, leavin' 'em,
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danglin' from ropes
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Boast, tryin' to be doper than most,
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in my profession
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Me and the villain, microphone killin'
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no blood spillin'
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Phat raps with much cheddar
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in the tellers,
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Eightball and MJG and MC Ren,
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Foreva!
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*Chorus*
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[MC Ren]
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Fuck that, bitches, the villain be
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out in Houston, Tex.,
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To fuck with them niggaz from Suave
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who wanna flex.
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Bitch niggaz got kidnapped,
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with dicks in they mouth,
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fo' fuckin' Compton niggaz, and
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niggaz from down South,
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Eightball, MJG, where you at,
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space agent?
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Y'all prob'ly got all the bitches pagin'
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suckin' 'casian.
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Writin' left nuts,
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chapstick and lips,
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While bitch-ass niggaz spendin' chips,
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just to see the hips
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South-West connection,
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bitches bow tha fuck down
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Fuck how them other niggaz sound
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Villain be hated by niggaz because
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they bitches pussies throb
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ready to slap that ho,
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every time a head bob, niggaz be killin' me,
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Got that nigga T-Mixx,
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pull the fuckin' remix
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if these words don't hurt you,
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nigga, got them stones and sticks,
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and some Compton-ass niggaz
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to make you fade to black
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With some crazy Houston niggaz
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in the cut in the back
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*chorus*
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fade to end
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Who In The Fuck
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MC Ren |