[Intro:]
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This dedicated to all the real DJs
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All 'em niggas in them Chevy's!
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[Verse 1:]
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Hey, what's up, playa hatin niggas need to shut the fuck up (shut up)
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Cut it out
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make my name taste like shit in ya mouth (DOO! DOO!)
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Same nigga that be talking this shit be the first nigga speak when I'm walking that bitch
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Lame nigga that be hatin' on trick jump right in they whip and go to funkin my shit!
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You know how niggas be (yes)
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they ya dawg while ya there but they talk about you when you leave
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I'm like fuck nigga, please
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You couldn't get a blessing from me if you fuck nigga, sneezed
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up fire, like fuck nigga freeze
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Don't move dont mothafuckin, breathe!
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See I was raised to be fuck nigga free
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If You don't like what I'm sayin', then fuck nigga, leave!
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I, stay far away from sucka niggas
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Get money, live life like fuck a nigga
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You, you and your crew and some other shit
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Fake thugs who indulge in that sucka shit!
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[Chorus:]
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I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA
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and we known for the BASS!!!
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We got pills, got weed, got yay, SKs, AKs
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And a whole lot of bass
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where my dunk ryder niggas at!
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with the funk in the trunk
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let 'em hear that BASS
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thugs nigga wanna feel that BASS
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All the ladies go crazy when they hear that bass
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[Verse 2:]
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See, I'm a nigga thats straight out the hood
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My momma, grand momma they straight out the woods
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So if I'm GA Alabama, or south carolina just know that I'm good
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i, represent for the thug niggas
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Start snappin go to slappin all the fuck nigga
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Back hand any nigga wearin' tight pants
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Fuck nigga might as well wear lace wigs
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bitch ass nigga you
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you try too hard, and I ain't feeling you
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So here's what I'm finna do
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I'mma ask you to leave, and that's what you better do!
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Right now, get ya puss ass out
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Or later on they will tote ya ass out
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Keep smokin, drinkin, thinkin this a mothauckin' game, get hit up wit dem thangs!
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[Chorus:]
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I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA
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and we known for the BASS!!!
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We got pills, got weed, got yay, SKS, AKs
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And a whole lot of bass
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where my dunkryder niggas at!
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with the funk in the trunk
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let 'em hear that BASS
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thugs nigga wanna feel that BASS
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All the ladies go crazy when they hear that bass
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[Verse 3:]
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To the nigga wit the old school tape deck
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say playa, can a nigga get a bass check
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Now that's too much qual for your new car
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And this bass too hard for ya iPod
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My God, I hope you got a good heart
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Cause ol' lord these speakers on steriods
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Can't nan nigga rap like I rap
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Fuck niggas slick rap but they won't step
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Its the niggas like me who ya can't scare
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Coming through with the middle finger in the air!
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Fuck you, you and your whole crew
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Yo mammy, yo pappy, and ya hoe too
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i, gives a fuck what a nigga think
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Off rip be the first nigga in the paint.
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You, you the nigga that will try to run
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Dial 911, say I got a gun!
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[Chorus:]
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I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA
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and we known for the BASS!!!
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We got pills, got weed, got yay, SKS, AKs
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And a whole lot of bass
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where my dunkryder niggas at!
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with the funk in the trunk
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let 'em hear that BASS
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thugs nigga wanna feel that BASS
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All the ladies go crazy when they hear that bass
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Bass
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Trick Daddy |