[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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Lemme hear somethin'
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Lemme hold somethin'
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Roll somethin'
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Lemme show you somethin'
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What'chu know good
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What's poppin' wit'chu
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What's happenin'
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What's crackalackin'?
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How you mackin'?
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You still bad actin'?
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[Verse 1: Aceyalone]
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I'll be in the back rappin'
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Clownin' and laughin'
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Jumped up
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When I heard somebody was cappin'
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I'm usually kickin' it and coolin' and lampin'
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Then I heard wackass rappers was runnin' rampant
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They always wanna sample it
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Take it for they own
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And take it home
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But they eventually break a bone
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But I'ma take 'em on
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To the break a dawn
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I'll take your girl and make her moan
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Shit I'm in the zone
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Sorry for fuckin' up your little tea party
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My bad, just wanna show you how we party
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Losers night out, hit the club like a champ
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Find me a spot on the floor and set up my camp
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Cuttin' up the amps and dancin' with some ladies
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Been livin' shady since the late eighties
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A date maybe, in a purple moon
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I was dippin' so hard that I broke the spoon
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I like to float about five feet off the floor
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Offa brown rum, green bud and off tour
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Off the head, offa the pacific shore
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Rhymes galore, what more could you ask for?
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Casual]
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It's like the buddha bomb brothers we gutter
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I let 'em shine now I close the shutters
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On the others so let's begin
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The way I finesse the pen
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Keep me runnin' through women
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Like estrogen
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Little mama with the sexy skin
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Still lets me in
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In the bay jet skiin'
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With two lesbians
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I leans gangsta
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Whatever you catch me in
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Even a Harley lookin' out for pedestrians
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Cats remember the rap
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The center is action packed
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Adrenaline
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Raw raps will hinder them
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With more momentum than a pendulum shift
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Bear witness to the synthesis I'm hittin' em with
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Casual and Aceyalone
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You crazy? Imagine your brains being blown
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Nigga burn somethin', learn somethin'
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Blow somethin' like you want something'
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If not, lemme hold somethin'
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Big Arch]
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I'm living large like a fresh white 3-X
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You give me respect
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And if you don't like it get the eject
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I detect a gang of haters in the 380
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Your innovator
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Beat creators
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Keep thinkin you gon' be major
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O say ya got me gone off doja
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The rap composer
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The shit I just told ya
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Should hold ya
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Wanna dose of ya nigga?
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Hold your composure
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I'll be back in another twenty-four
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When I get sober
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Lo and behold
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A nigga flowin' so cold
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I grab the microphone
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And turn it into a sno-cone
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Ha! Big nigga gettin my smoke on
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When I leave I'll still be bumpin up on the system in your home
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Uh! While you willin' to get it on
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I'll be killin' this song
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Got you feelin' it in your bones
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The chrome steady driven it in your dome
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Makin' sure you niggaz get it and then I'm gone
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I'm through your zone like I'm Jerome Bettis n'
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I'ma give these niggaz a dose of they own medicine
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Ha! You know you gon' get it if
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You come off in this nigga's home
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Showin' the wrong ettequitte
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C'mon killa
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Mind your manners my gorilla
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There's plenty of scrilla
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And bananas for a nigga
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But you gotta be a go getta
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Get you a good girl
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Don't get you no gold digga
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[Chorus]
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Let Me Hear Sumn
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