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Yeah, original crooks, original heads. We doin' it like this.
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Word up!
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I woke up in the morning, hopped on a train I saw my man
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He had an L in his hand, hide it from the beast
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At least I catch a bus before I hit my block
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I take a mega hit frontin' on the good ship lollipop
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Move the hop so I can put the hip in the grip
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Everybody slip so I can take a trip to the dip
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Dig a deeper hole microphone control with soul
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Look at my hot eye's tell me how could you be cold
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I'm coming to you from the underground, with a thunder sound
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#1 question, "Yo how can I be down?"
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But I tell you bring your lighter and roll your finger
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Back up on the lighter so you can see the fire finger
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Go from left to right then front to back
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Herbal verbal lead is givin' the mic contact
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React whenever I keep your head scopin'
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Ahh don't front you know I got cha opin
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Don't front, you know I got cha opin
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It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
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(Duck Down!)
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Don't front, you know I got cha opin
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Check my dialect from my diaphram my man
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(Duck Down!)
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Don't front, you know I got cha opin
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It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
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(Duck Down!)
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Don't front, you know I got cha opin
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Check the dialect from my diaphram my man
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Me and my crew walk the streets at night
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Like lookin' for the right one, baby
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If it's payday I'm at your doorstep
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I never sweat swingin' the epp nowadays 'cuz my rep
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Is known for the tricks that is straight like toys
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In the cypher with my boys, we be gettin' busy
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Wreckin' shop. I drop the top make the seeds pop
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From the live that I sparked last night in the dark
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I be dedicated to the moon 'cuz it's Black
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Resurrect, come back, tell me about the other side jack
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Now we goin' back to "Who's Got The Props?" when I blew up the spot
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Last year on the box.
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Pressure to come back with another fat single
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Not too underground to make you stop when you mingle
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But bust it, pay attention to the third verse
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and I'mma take you to another level first, Yeah
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Don't front, you know I got cha opin
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It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
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(Duck Down!)
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Don't front, you know I got cha opin
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Now you're sweatin' Evil Dee number 1 DJ!
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(Duck Down!)
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Don't front, you know I got cha opin
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It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
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(Duck Down!)
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Don't front, you know I got cha opin
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Now you're sweatin' Evil Dee number 1 DJ!
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First of all listen, I'm the N you know that
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when you see me at a show you better prepare for the flow
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Right away. I'm givin' you a brighter day.
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It's never sunny, still don't nothin' move but the honey out the page
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So I enta the brotha zone. I come to the front of the stage
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And let you know who's on the phone. Leave it alone.
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See it's a hip hop thang. Not a fake drip drop fame or corny ass lame.
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You can fool the rest but you can't fool me.
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See the best school me for the simple fact
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It's the g-o-d, buck to the shot
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Still took the techs and Buck took the rocks
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So forget the past, no more Shorty
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Strictly Buckshot, I rock you 1 down to 40 Below
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I gots to let her know that I am the day that never tire everytime
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I felt the fire
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People try this when your jam got cold
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Used to be the man now your band got old
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I know the plan, so I keep you scopin'
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Don't front you know I got cha opin.
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Don't front, you know I got cha opin
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It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
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(Duck Down!)
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Don't front, you know I got cha opin
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Check the dialect from my diaphram my man
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(Duck Down!)
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Don't front, you know I got cha opin
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It's the original heads, me, and the original crooks
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(Duck Down!)
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Don't front, you know I got cha opin
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Check the dialect from my diaphram my man
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Yeah, without no doubt. This is dedicated to my man
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Big 5, Big Trev. Real's in the place to be
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We're coming to get you out, kid.
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And we out...no doubt...
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I Got Cha Opin (Remix)
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