(feat. Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
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[Chorus: x2]
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Why you tryin to play me, foo dang? (Foo Dang)
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Just cause I wanna let my nuts hang
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Teeth bang on the streets servin heads all night
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Some of us just ain't livin right
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[Blaze]
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I know this stupid bitch who think she know me
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She even wanna call me Blaze Her Dead Homie
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Bitch keep ya mouth shut cause ya foo dang
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Couldn't hold my balls, couldn't hold my wang
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Stank hoes wanna see me in the grave
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But I'm quick to slap a trick wit a 12 gauge
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You know you was speakin my name, playin games
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And sayin things you know he's actin like something changed
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But I know you are reppin your fancy car
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Little money, foo dangin at the tittie bar (Bitch!)
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7 dicks shoved in her box nightly, is she fucking?
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(Is she fuckin?) For the right price she might me
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Stank hoe, I never paid for ass
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So take a stray cat, and shove it in ya flat ass
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Get up out my face wit that foo dang drama
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Where she learn that shit? Man she get it from her mama
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[Some guy]
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I say Foo, you say Dang
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Foo (Fuck You!!)
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Dang (Fuck You!!)
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Someone say fa sho, yea I'm in the house
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Yea I'm in the house
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[Chorus]
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[Anybody Killa]
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I foo dang on the daily, go ahead and call me shady
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Bad boy on the streets, startin static since the '80s
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So why you gotta front? Try and play me like a punk
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If you keep talkin shit, you gon' end up in my trunk
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Jackin beats from bustas, we foo dang like that
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Robbin hoes for they gold then trade it in for a sack
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Don't even think for a second that we high class
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40 drinkin freaks with some dank and a nice ass
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? identity with some eastside conflict
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Bitches make me sick if they don't foo dang dick
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Keep it real and I'll try to keep it real back
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Try to trip in over all the bodies that I shot wit the gat
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Hunt you down wit my automobile, roll down the window slow
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Then punch you right in the throat
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Type of shit that most people call a little fucked
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But it's simple and plain, we foo dang, so don't front
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[Some guy]
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Yo Killa, this Tadpole
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I got ya number from this bitch I know
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I was the guy followin you home from the signin ??
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Yo man why you ain't pull over?
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I ain't no houndog or nothin but I just
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[Chorus]
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[Blaze]
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Foo dang is what I call a hoe without a pistol
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Walkin all alone (There she go) and if I see you it's on
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I'm callin out old janky bitches wit no heart
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Dogs with no bite that wanna bark
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Reppin gold is like a crip wearin red in my hood
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And I'll slap ya wit a bat like a G should (Beeitch!!)
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Bitch, check yourself into the crackhead clinic
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You can't get no ? bringin a bag wit bottles in it
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[Anybody Killa]
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Foo dangin wit a hatchet, come and get ya ass kicked
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If you bring a bottle then I really wanna smash it
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Sellin weed filled wit stems and seeds
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Same shit for $550 but you askin a G
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Now that's the kinda shit that makes a mind go crazy
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2 packs of 'Ports a day and I just can't take it
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I swear if 1 more hero tries to flex in my face
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I'll go foo dang around the globe and make the whole world change
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[Chorus]
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Foo Dang
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ABK |