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This goes out to all my niggas
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spendin they last on gas grass and hash and
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To all my ladies playin in bars free drinks
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and shit push it up push it up
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Chorus
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Keep on
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Ya don't stop if ya don't stop maybe ya won't stop
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If ya won't stop maybe ya can't stop
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So keep on keep on an on ya keep on
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Ya don't stop if ya don't stop maybe ya won't stop
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If ya won't stop than ya can't stop
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So keep on, keep on an on
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Verse 1
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Rebellious, I feelin' this city slicker
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Real nigga hit ya district with the impact of a twista
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Now clear the zone, rhyme down the phone lines and toss motor homes
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My poems will die next to dinosaur bones
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Perform by the elders before the kings thrown
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This style has no origin or birth date
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And scientists research can not calculate
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The great mind thru space and time
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Vibratin' thru the bass lines that stun man kind
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Reclined in the leather seat the cassette blasts
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Vocals that smash out the bullet proof glass
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Rippin thru your 15's like wolverines
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Sick with the lyric there be no vacine
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You attach with the tractor beam, rap fiend
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And all heads who feel it lik off a magazine
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Chorus
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Verse 1
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We trip the light, ride to the rhythm's of the night
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Skin tight honeys show me love at first sight
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Work light krazy legs nonstop body drop
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My hip hop drop you to your knees in shock
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Watch for the spot rushers, slang hustler
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Black lust the slang solute, drill instructer
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Yes yes ya'll I heard the 멣.O.S.' call
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INS to the rescue about to bless ya'll
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Got 멷m brawlin' in the mess hall and the dance hall
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They ants ya'll and I remain to stand tall
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Can't fall ?gunnin' a store? like Michael Jackson off the wall
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Singin' life ain't so bad at all
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When ya livin' it we all deserve the finer things
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Like foreign cars fancy clothes and diamond rings
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My exotic dances keep shakin ya thing
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To my niggas on the streets thats soon to be king
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Chorus
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Verse 3
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Keep on keep on an on
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Last call for alcohol bartender two kahlua's an milk
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with crushed ice inthe blender
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What up love?
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Lets tally off the dance floor
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before ya man come lookin' for points he can't score
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More than you bargained for ,deserve an encore
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Putt 'em down ,you put 멷m up till ya sore
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Motion picture thoughts project in wide screens
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Raced off the lime green duckin' high beams
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Switch swords, make ya ?feddy? Out the bill boards
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Rap pro, throwin' up bombs like Jeff Joard
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Catch me next tour feel free to explore
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Don't sweat me at the door like we met before
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Tryin' to take pride I'm inside where the chicks hide
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Quick slide move, we lootin' the spy...
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Quick slide move, we lootin' the spy
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Chorus
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Movers And Shakers
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