Up in your face like the one time
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and playing the shit yes anytime
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no regrets about it i shout it dont doubt it
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no frontin i know you want a little somethin
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hit the bed parlayin in the sun
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got the drop top 61
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its almost weighin two tons
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hittin switches in the O-town sunshine
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got not qualms in the brain or worries in the mind
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i'm just chillin
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while tito's hittin on the villain
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no 5-0's around
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im always 3 wheelin
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at the corner
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but im never lookin for ya
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cause i got mine
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while i'm spittin out the funky rhyme
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Rollin with the spitcrew
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they always got my back
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dont try to attack
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cause damn
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your gonna get smacked down
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layin on the ground
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and gettin fucked up
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by the rude boys from O-Town
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I'll bet you didnt know
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but i got the flow lingo
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yo soy gringo pero entiendo
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it's the M-C-B rollin' with no plea
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live it day by day thats my philosophy
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One Time
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| Spitvalves |
