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Intro
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Bust it, bust it, Friday night swingin you know what I'm sayin
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With Mista Lawnge and my man Jermaine, and Jack whose names is Joe
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Check it check it check it yo c'mon
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Lyrics
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I been around, I been around
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I been around town
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Sounds you know I'm down
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That many cannot get down
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But not me, we kick it all day and night see
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Although you know in a minute
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Right now you know not who I be
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So I kick it for a second
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Yes I kick it for a sec
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Get wreck, and double check
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Got to play with your select
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Name is Dres, D-R-E-S
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Yes I guess that it is
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Ya gotta bag of buddha well smoke a sess
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I'm the type of brother that the girls always select
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It's not because they're out to come
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It's cause they're out to come correct
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I talk about a ho, because a ho I know
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And if you do the honey Tea
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then I guess too you would talk so
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Play me not, if my phone book is bigger
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Don't get hot cause I clock the fat figure
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Told ya I'm a singa got my finga on the trigga
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Cause everybody hates the fly nigga
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Play me not close if your jean is made of plastic
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If your best to play it down
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Then you should walk faster
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Don't give me a pound if you bust that in your hand
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Play me out never cause I came to understand
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Do it to, for a minute
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I do for me too
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Push me up and I'll pull myself through
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Watch my back and I'll watch my front
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Got what I want, c-ya hate to be ya
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Got a nie, got a shot, got a catch twenty-two
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Damned if I don't and I'm damned if I do
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Fightin over cities how they're fightin on my block
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Over there is liberation over here is for a rock
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No not pop rock, no not pop rock
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Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
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Do-do-after shock
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Some will part fly gear, while others are suckin
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I game I use to play until I learned to keep steppin
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But one thring I learned, yo roll and take it
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Life is what you make it
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Blunted 10
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Black Sheep |