I swear this famous shit just happened overnight
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For sho¡¯ these hoes was so uptight but now they so polite
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All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites
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But I¡¯m pimpin¡¯ nigga, Dolemite
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I remember when I was like ten, maybe nine
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Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotti pumps with a baby nine
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Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the shine
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Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit that made me rhyme
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Wassup, what¡¯s on your mind? Hol¡¯ up, I¡¯m feeling fine
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Locs got me blind, thuggin¡¯ like I¡¯m Eazy-E up in his prime
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Another young nigga with a attitude
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I guess that¡¯s why the practice kept me after school
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Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser
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Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain¡¯t respect us
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On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar
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Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors
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We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights
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And French fries and shootouts like one cig with two rounds
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And click left two down, that¡¯s four kids but one lived
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Left three dead, but one split, that one snitch
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That¡¯s everyday shit, shit we used to that
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Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass
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Don¡¯t view me as no conscious cat, this ain¡¯t no conscious rap
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Fuck the conscious crap, my mac¡¯ll push your conscious back
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I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa
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Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda
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Cook, connect, then Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha
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With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers
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I¡¯m bout it bout it, nigga ain¡¯t shit sweet about me
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The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin¡¯ bout me
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I¡¯m so thuggish ruggish bringin¡¯ ruckus knuckin¡¯ if you buckin¡¯
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Young and thuggin¡¯, buggin¡¯ showing out in public, but you love it
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I only got one vision, that¡¯s for kids in every color, religion
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That listen, that you gotta beat the system, continue to fuck up the prison
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They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings
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You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin
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Back once again, chilling in the back of the ¡®Lac with a pass or the gin
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Finna ask can I pass to her friend, then a nigga smash, I¡¯ll be damned if I ask her again
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Gold slabs on the ¡®Lac when I spin, then it¡¯s back to the back of the Benz, lean back in the back with the Henn
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And a crap when I tap that that then attack, never tax, never that that, max on the ends, spend ends
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I remember way back when, a mothafucka used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends
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Just to put a snack up in the fridge, when I¡¯m on, I swear to God I¡¯ll pay you back
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Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me
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My idols say what¡¯s up to me, from ug-a-ly to comfortably
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Suddenly
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It all changed man
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It was just like yesterday
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Times was so ugly
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And now I¡¯m comfortable
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I just only can thank God
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Suddenly
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Everything changed before my eyes
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By my surprise
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A$AP
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