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Verse 1 *(Nik Nack)*
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Nik Nack is in the house for the four,
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my niggaz locked up, left a kilo.... it's good as sold,
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stole,
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gumbo pot creamery,
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rise to the top,
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my limo even slide through on the late night for that high,
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I wanna zoom-zoom, bumpin Luni-Tunes,
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candy paint K-5
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bitches I stay high,
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playa hate,
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callin me a balla, shot calla,
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cuz I'm slangin all the major weight,
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blam!!
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close the door to my residence,
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po-po start searchin low, but found no evidence,
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they tryin to wash me an our county like Downy,
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quick to pick a nigga Nack up like Downty,
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don't clown me,
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bitch!!
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dike hoes wanna lick my clit,
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but end up gettin stuck in the gut, wit a dick,
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down fo my shit,
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tricks wanna get em up wit me,
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because they heard their baby-daddy fucked wit me,
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but I'm out on you hoes,
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wit the 10 g belt,
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the only thing I'm concentratin on is checkin my mail,
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what the hell??!! what the fuck??!!
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do you mean,
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your boyfriend is a dope fiend, an he smoked up all my ice cream,
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oops upside yo head fo gettin licked like a lolli-pop,
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let yo nigga cut, where's my shit, now you get lolli-hopped,
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by everybody on the turf,
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oh yeah about that skrilla.... hell yeah that welfare check is mines on
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the first.
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*(chorus)* x2
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It's so much drama in the streets,
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an I can't tell you why the funk be deep!
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Do you really know where ya going to,
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an do you like the things that life is showin you??
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Verse 2 *(Knumskull)*
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Fuck around an trust yo underfolks,
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like dope fiends, you leave yo cream wit,
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post, you come back an yo whole bundle gone,
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or this, niggaz add dirt to the list,
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getaway clean,
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but one wanna keep everything,
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he gots to cook it, cuz we need the good shit to post,
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tryin to bake a whole thing, this fool claim that the pot broke,
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but here goes 5 g's an dubbs,
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you can probably catch mo cuz I chop slugs,
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blood bubbles, so I charge it to the game wit no shame,
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even though we got away wit a whole thang of cocaine,
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I got fucked in the deal, sumpthin cool,
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(Why meee!!)
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cuz that 5 g's he gave me was boo-boo,
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too much drama in the streets of the Oak,
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niggaz will tell you what they want you to hear,
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not what you should know,
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instead of sellin mo cream,
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niggaz is sellin mo dreams,
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lyin juss to kick it sellin weight wit no fiends,
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now this is sumpthin that I don't understand,
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why the FUCK would that nigga Master P call himself the Ice Cream Man,
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BITCH!! Don't you hear the muzik??
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That's jankie as fuck,
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he musta been off the fluid,
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niggaz steadily tryin to take shit from the next man,
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don't playa hate, juss give a pound an let the best stand,
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it's too much skrilla in the Land,
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fo niggaz to be hatin,
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Captian Savin,
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I juss don't understand.
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Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*
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Cuz when I was a youngsta, money was so damn hard to find.
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But dealt wit my young comrads an we was deadly on the grind.
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When I wanted to bubble, fools start trippin talkin shit.
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They never woulda thought I'd be, the mutha fuckin wit all of the grip.
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Check this out here you jive ass turkeys man. Hoe's slobberin-obberin in
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the O. There's only one Mobb man, don't hop on the back of the Ice Cream
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truck an get yo ass booted off.
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I can't stand punks on a man hunt,
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that destroy,
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lay low, cuz my four-four,
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will make yo ass glow, like Bruce Lee woo,
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(sho nuff)
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since they bigga,
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many figga that I can't throw,
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but they don't know about this bole-legged skinny nigga,
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mad because I'm foldin grip,
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plus rollin thick,
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still up on that late night loadin clips,
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holdin shit,
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to myself,
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shotgun bullets be bad fo them health,
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so save that gang-bang shit on somebody else,
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where I peep thugs,
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have drugs to sell you,
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don't fuck wit the L-U-N-I-Z that's what they tell you,
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peep the murder we wrote,
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we roll wit C-Note an Noo-Trybe to fools slide,
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at my show because I make the whole fuckin O hooride
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slide to get the remedy,
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M.D.,
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twamp, twamp,
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make you wanna pump, pump on the enemy,
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been havin suicidal tendecies the whole day,
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alazae will have a nigga on lock down like O.J.,
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(slang-a-gang-of-caine)
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like the Cu |