(feat. Raekwon, Andre 3000)
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[Big Boi]
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I am the wrong nigga to cross and the first nigga to jam
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But the AK-cuatro siete over microphone in hand
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Goddamn. Generation uno, Dungeon Fam
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The lab is filled with potions of emotions out the ass
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I laugh when you think that you have seen the last
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But it's only the beginning my nigga don't be so fast
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Pass gas, slow it down to a screeching halt
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Impeach the President cuz he don't think before he talk
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Iraq, got that; now he gunning for Iran
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North Korea got that shit that make LA look like Japan
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Our land, nah man, more like the +Caribbean+
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+Billy Ocean+ body's potent take up all your strip and land this
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[Raekwon]
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Selling glass and blasting. Machinery sling past
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Next stop: Bowling Green. Blink flashing
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Glow my ass off. Po-Po they try to harass
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My dough - ching cash - and I sit in my dash and vent
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You know the W that come from Dirty Bast
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Bird baths. Love to stunt, we got birds with gats
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Fly past, buy NASA, caught up with the cash
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Why blast when you know we in your crib? Bypass
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I mastered. What? The treasurer of getting ass
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Whip assing. Red pipe and leather; slick nasty
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Sassy, but at the same time raspy
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Plug me a thug, your mother eating plaster
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[Andre 3000]
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Styles will change. They say change is dang-erous
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As a King standing on the terrace
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While his partner pointing up at the riflemen
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Coward shooter, never know when your life will end
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Then live like there ain't no 'morrow
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And if one come then this the motto
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Now I put message in bottle
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You go to the nearest beach and open your car door
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And walk to the place where the sea meets the land
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Yeah, it's easier to run the street than walk in the sand
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Hey, I'm talking young man. As if chalk in my hand
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I will take y'all little ass to school
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It's cool when the kids call me Sunny, the hood calls me Stacks
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The B's call me honey, Hollywood calls me back
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Crack and I have a lot in common
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We both come up in the 80's and we keep that bass pumping
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That's a nega-tive comparison, embarrassing
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Unfortunate that if you come up fortunate the streets consider you lame
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Ha, I thought the name of the game was to have a better life. I guess it ain't. What a shame
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I don't slang. Never slung but I'm one with the slum that has a name well fitting
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Plenty cheese getting. No wonder why they call it the trap
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So watch your tail and I'm not kidding
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The rats and mice will give advice, they say, "you can paint and draw
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Get out of here. Go show them that we're more than slanging raw."
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That's when I broke into my Big Rube impression
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And I tried to enlighten but that night I learned a lesson
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That the morals that you think you got go out the window
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When all the other kids are fresh and they got new Nintendo Wiis
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And your child is down on her knees praying hard up to God for a whopper with cheese
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Do you B) hit the street hard with a flair
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Or do you A) go to school for heating and air?
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Dare make an honest living or make a crooked killing
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Or do a bit of both until you're holding on a million?
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Brilliant. You got one foot in, one foot out
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You put your left foot back in and then you shake it all about
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You do the hokey pokey til you turn your life around
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That's what it's all about. 3000 out
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Royal Flush
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Big Boi |