Me and You
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[Daz] And you know that
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Me and You
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[Daz]
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Who can fade it, two assassins up on the mic
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Blastin', askin' no questions, when they catch you in a gunfight
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Kaboom! We still mash as a team
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As we mash for our dreams, ? hood niggaz for green
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It's Dillinger, fulfillin, makin a low outta killin
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Pullin' scandalous ? fulfillin fantasy dreams
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Catch me on a Costa Rica, with an island full of weed
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money and bitches, on a boat for Sweden
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[Numskull]
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See when I'm yellin'
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International help me
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No colorlines on my
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Ugly and fine
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you can sell me
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I'm glad folks think the same way as I do
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Cause I stab bitches way down in the Bayou
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Would you make way for two mo'
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fo' blows, like you have hoes
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Stamp a nation wide through the ghetto
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Fore youngsters, Hennesy sponsors
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With fore youngsters on a
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quarter of the map now I do
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[Daz]
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I spin mayor loot and khaki suits
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Nike's and cripsacks,
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Wetsuits and leather boots
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I block niggaz twice with thighs
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Buck with a .45
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Make you open while you blast at the parking lot
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[Numskull]
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What you speakin' on
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Wanna go through it
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Drink a lot, made from fluid
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Scrump bitch, don't you hear the music
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My buddy, Daz Dilly and Numskull
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You will be thanked
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With you're petty pang petty
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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To all my niggaz.. and all my bitches
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Throw your motherfuckin hands in the air
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And if you don't give a fuck
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like we don't give a fuck then
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throw your motherfuckin hood up in the air
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[Kurupt]
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Check it out
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No bitch ass niggaz, no funny ass hoes
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Dogg Pound Gangstas drippin' in low-lows
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You ain't all about the homies
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You besta check the fault
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Pencils, playin niggaz in the crowd style
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Thinkin bout the row outta town
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With the heater cock bust a million rounds
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Dogg Pound international's breakin off fools
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While the dock can bust
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The facility touch
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[Yukmouth]
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I laid this game down
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jumped around and kissed myself like I was James Brown
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Spin around and hit the splits on the ground
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Split your motherfuckin crown
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Turn this ifs into pounds
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Dogg Pound live around,
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niggas hittin' the ground
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Fuck around and get shot up
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I tear shit up
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You can ask Puff
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Lil Cease, Mary J. B. and Jodeci
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About that nigga Yuk
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means the hardcore
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got kicked off tour
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For piss marking on the hotel floor
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[Kurupt]
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G riders, We ride, DP ride
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Get the mashin niggaz
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Or the mat see automatic,
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get the blastin niggaz
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Shakin nigga, bankin nigga
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Quit the heater
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Stop blankin niggaz
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[Yukmouth]
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I'm danked out
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Surrounded by weed smoke
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You See me and my niggas in the club,
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thugged up, suited in steet clothes
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We roll, cut dough
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Cause weed so
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On triple gold, see hoes
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With weed with me and my amigo
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Chorus 2X
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[Knumbskull]
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Who did that, who shitted
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Who spoke on the ghetto values,
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Who supa-dupu flyyyyy
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I catored to the pimps, players, hustlers and bastards
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[Kurupt]
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Why don't you meet me over in the O, Homie
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Cause when I get there,
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the hoes will be all off on me
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I know y'all got a gang of bitches...
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[Daz]
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...Ha, ha
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And like fabulous thangs and livin' life expensive
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In nights machine dippin'
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With a pocket full of c-notes
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Cruise the block with a 9 lookin' for weed-o
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And oh yeah, who got the gangsta shit
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Daz and Kurupt, Numskull, Yuk for shit bitch
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[Yukmouth]
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known as your playa potna
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slain ice cream fools and (?)
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Rockin Hilfiger just like kadada
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I walk around the house of rockwilder,
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just like a mobster
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the O-A-K bust and throw it away
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hoop out the roof down in LA
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and then go aloof
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opps! and make a nigga spooked
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with a couple of screws loose
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and find your homie
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sweatin, buck naked locked up in a chicken coop
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why?
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livin that destory all arts
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zark, and blast a homes
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pull back and grab your mothafuckin heart out your chest
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if you tested the best like David Koresh
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get ready to be
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reincarnated in the motherfuckin flesh
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yes yes
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Chorus 2X
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My Buddy
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| Yukmouth |
