(Ali)
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C'mon, oooooooooooooooooooh, no, yo
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(Just the north, south, east, west coast and us)
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Hey, uh, it's Lee I'm amazin', original Asian
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Lime blazin' hatin'll get you nowhere, but get me
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Hotter than Cajun, spontaneous combustion
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My temperature's raisin', nigga for days and days
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Minutes I was just I been waitin'
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From a shine, to reduce your regrimes
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Dimes to raisins, you talkin'
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Me? Naw naw player I'm sparklin'
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Straight up parkin', hoppin' out with a Eagle barkin'
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(Pop pop) Money, my car chop chop
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Hot spot for the jewels, man I'm keepin' the Glock
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You might get popped, I'm good ain't no duckin' the dot
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2000 number J truck mansion and yacht (Ooooh!)
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I say like uh uh (Ooooh!) I say like uh uh
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Should let you know, I'ma bring it really raw
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It be like pat-b-b-b-b-b pat-b-b-b-b-b really raw
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Come again now
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(Chorus: Ali)
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Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o
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If you real, let me hear you say
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Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o
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If you all about your paper then you say
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Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o
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If you real, let me hear you say
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Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o
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(Just the north, south, east, west coast and us)
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(Ali)
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I need a trillion dollars for every breath I take
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For heaven's sake, just to keep righteous food on my plate
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And I'm gon' get it, whether it be rap-rockin' if not
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It's back to crack-poppin' out the back of the barbershop
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No holds barred, back streets to boulevards
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Gain way, throwin' house parties in the PJ's
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Cars square village, love joy lane
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Buddha 88 man it's still the same
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I can't complain, I know niggas that lost they brain
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Got they chest removed, straight vestibules
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Don't test a fool, who ain't got shit to lose
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That ain't cool, now he gotta rep off of you
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That's why I stay to myself, stay alive and teach
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Puff that oohwee and keep the snub-nose in reach
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I ain't a thug, so nigga I ain't gon' start that now
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I'm Mr. Nigga that kept work and carried the four pound
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(Chorus: Ali)
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(Ali)
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You want to feel made? Roll with me for a day
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Excursion weight, absolutely splurgin' way
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Okay first, my team a hundred deep at least
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Respected highly on the street
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Cause we don't start no beef, in the club
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Murphy suede, human grenade
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And some handmade, hide the haze
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Behind the Cartier Rolls tinted
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E'er word I speak I'm in it
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Hip hop; we in it, from now until infinite
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We like ten foster kids bringin' daddy business
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We turn the heat up to Tae-Bo in the club we post the Guinness
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We had the guard spook one of my gods then broke loose
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Had to buck a clown, too much Crown with no juice
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Icy noose, bluey suit outside cute
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Inside room ugly as a pea-green suit with ruffles
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We fold up chairs in a tussle
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Outside we gon' put somethin' harder than muscles
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(Chorus: Ali)
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Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o
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Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o
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Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o
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Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o
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(Just the north, south, east, west coast and us)
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Ore-Ore-O
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Ali |