[background singers] + (Acey)
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Fi-yah! Fah fi-fi-fi
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Fa-fiii-yah, fa-fa-fi-yahhhhh (Love life let it love you back)
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[Acey talking as background repeats]
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Yeah, what's really goin on?
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Yeah, Aceyalone
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Ha, yeah love life let it love you back
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C'mon
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[Aceyalone]
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Yo there's somethin wrong with my radio dial
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Some of these fools just ain't got style
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I don't know why and I don't know how
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But I do know a dude low and you so foul
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Let's do the thing most people do with it
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Who could it be but the one that done did it
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I come with it, yeah rain or shine
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I lit it up I hit it up I came to grind
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And the game ain't mine but it will be when I'm done
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Right now I like to kill MC's for fun
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Let your momma know, she'll feel me like a son
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And when I'm dead and gone I'll still be #1
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I got heat like underneath your seat like
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Stoppin at the street light, but I ain't the beef type
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I got the herb though, when it's green and crystal-ly
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I smoke a joint and hit the mic the rest is history
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Aceyalone, but you can call me Acey
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I'm a real O.G. like Count Basie
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Hook up the recipe so nice and tasty
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When I'm done they screamin out Aceyalone, lace me
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I'm outspoken, I'm not about jokin
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I'm from California but I'm not from Oakland
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But they my folks now, fool I'm from SoCal
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Put it down like a champion on vocals
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[background starts to repeat again]
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[Acey over background]
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Yeah! We always rockin
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It's always tight around here
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Yeah! Look
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[Aceyalone]
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Pull everybody in this bitch close the doors up
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Mines up, yours up, get your bars up
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Hold up, freeze up, G's and hearts up
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Hoes up in your face lookin for stardust
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Didn't you notice by my swagger I was an ar-tist
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I came here to party out with you and your partners
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Square as a dollar bill, twice as harder
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Before I start up, I put my guard up
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My timeshare's open to whoever can use it
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My music make more love than you did
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My new shit rock, RJ produced it
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New kid on the block, nah I'm used to it
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Slide through, ride through, technicolor my
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technique spit heat like no other I'm
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low key, high signed yet discovered
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Lone wolf, sho' nuff, like no other I
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come through, one-two, that's all it takes for me
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Old school, new school, servin 'em basically
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All in the future so just don't wait for me
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World class champion forever and faithfully
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Lifestyle freestyle tryin to get past it though
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Hold mine, goldmine, keepin it classical
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How we rock it just so cunnin and masterful
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And that's that flow that the people was askin fo'
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[background repeats again]
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[Acey over background]
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Yeah man, I mean
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I try to tell 'em from the gate man
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We just spreadin this out, we gon' give it
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We gon' give life a good ol' shot, yeah umm
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I'm shootin for mines, I'm puttin everything in a pot
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Yeah, huh, bet that, bet that
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[Aceyalone]
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Project Blowed, I'm {?} Park's finest
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Billy Higgins, the world stage, Dynasty and rhymers
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I'm like primer, underneath your fresh paint
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Don't you ever think to let you try to say the West ain't
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Whattup {?}, Mikah 9, Medusa
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2Mex, PEACE, Ave, 'Driver and Jupiter
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Ben Caldwell, aw hell, the whole hood
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Big Pun, no name, up to no good
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Ellay Khule, T-Dac, Missing Page
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Party ain't over 'til I disengage
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But shut your mouth up you always barkin
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What'chu gonna do when your world get darkened
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Pull up on the side of you right where you're parkin
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Light flash in front of you and life start sparkin
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Hold me down and I'll hold you up
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I'm hot ice, cold in the cut, nigga what
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I take flight, soarin to higher heights
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I'm so tight that God bless everything I write
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Plus I stick to your ribs at night
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I'm like oatmeal, peanut butter, beans and rice
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I said - I take flight, soarin to higher heights
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I'm so tight that God bless everything I write
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Plus I stick to your ribs at night
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I'm like oatmeal, peanut butter, beans and rice
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C'mon!
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[background starts again]
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[Acey over background]
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Yeah, respect to all my fallen soldiers
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That had to leave this lifetime early
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Big up to my homies that's already here
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Big up to my my my homies, my family
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My peoples, my uncles, my |