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But they ain't knowin' no
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What you talkin' bout you fumblin' game out your mouth
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Better put some stick on your grip and get on a paper route
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Cause cream ain't to be fucked with and that's the truth this gamology
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Better soak it up and be a hundred proof
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Cause you can't be the shit slangin' woof tickets
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You better buy you some stick with it cause game is unlimited
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Flippin' shit rippin' shit
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Young Ren is so versitile, you heard my style is buck wild
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But in the meanwhile, motherfuckers in my city want to do what I do
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But they P-H me behind my back, why don't you do that, raps are through
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Talkin' loud is sayin' nothin', your ass is bluffin'
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Just cause everyone is ?, rappin' don't mean that you gonna be slumpin'
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I only fuck with the infederal, individuals gettin' pulled
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Them player hater searches are makin' Young Ren a criminal
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Really though, you don't know shit, I put that on my dick
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Fuck a bitch and a snitch, It's all about my grip
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Surrender to my will, submit to my game
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My daddy just like you want it, broke down like dank
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Doja sticky who's with me, yo you ain't no
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That this the mackaholic straight lacin' you hoes
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Day to day I'm forced to deal with this bullshit
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Motherfuckers runnin' around with a hole in they lip
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Just a talkin' loud but ain't sayin' a damn
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Then when I come around smilin' in my face like we pals
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Nigga.. fuck you, suck my dick, I gives a damn, that's how I am
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And if you want lets trip, with this some serious, curious
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Niggas get fucked, I grap my dick, cock, then bust a nut
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Dear Lord forgive me but my future's lookin' dirty and plain
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I don't see shit but the motherfuckin' paper I make
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My daughter's older and now she talkin' to me
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And she makin' more sense than these punks on the street
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Daddy get paid is what she say, so I do it that way
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Be about my paper fuck I hate to win if I play
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This game ain't no joke, how can I be broke
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When I on the streets 24-7 and mo'
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I wamp stack in ? by spittin' it real, movin' the crowd
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Niggas say they do, but don't do, they just talk loud
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Why you loud talkin' when you should be stackin' mayo
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Recognize this hustle not erdayo
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Your game is frail, smash you like play dough
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Say hoe, have you ever met Mr. fo'- fo'
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Cause your mouth is runnin', and it's time for gunnin'
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Your brain is numbin', off them hot slugs that are hummin'
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Suckas loud mouth, fakin' all the funk
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Loud mouth mre for a cent, and I'm tearin' shit up
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No mercy, you heard me, bitches ain't shit
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I don't play, go the wrong way, I'm flippin' yo' script
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I'm from Stockton, Cali, E-D-C, so killa Young Ren, the D-O-G
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With the mackaholic, spittin' game
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Never loud talk in the mouth for money, pushin' your fame
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You got a big mouth like Jimmy Heart, but you don't got
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Nuts to back it up, I slap you, and you won't give a fuck
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Where do we go from here, that be, I got me towed down
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It's a new brand year
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Everybody love my flow now, all you hoes goin' wild
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Wanna fuck with the kid AKA Omen Child, I'm terrible
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Oh no I thought you knew, don't be surprised
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I fucked with the foundation nation true
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Who's to blame, when your brain dead stuck in a ditch
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Inside out with your mouth full of dick
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So take caution, when you see me slide through the crowd
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With my evil grin, I mack a bitch while you get loud
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Yeah
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Motherfuckers bout be runnin' faster than Luis and shit
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You know what I'm talkin' about
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Shit
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Talkin' loud but sayin' nothin'
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I ain't sayin' shit
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I don't know
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Motherfuckers just so lame in the game
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Better just recognize
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Trick ass bitch better listen
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Soaks ya like a spunge
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Do shit my way
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And get hung, biyatch
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Hoes get hung
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Motherfuckers wanna know
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Doja sticky
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Clickin' when it's finished
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And mackaholic and we out
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Loud Talkers
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