[Intro:]
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Uh-huh)
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Lemme talk to you for a minute
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[Verse 1:]
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What down world the good feelin what's hood with it (hood with it),
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I spit it the each is on,
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My images stay in the hood like the reapers skull,
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It's all good in the hood long as we get on,
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Know how I felt the cops came in and said my uncles missin,
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The famous line couldn't bare to listen,
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A victim of chronic alcoholism and,
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Now hes buried under the hood like transmissions,
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So I speculators are record breakin,
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Till they take my breath away feather weight niggas levitate,
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There's gotta be a better way,
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And they ain't runnin on treadmills when they runnin to get rid of the extra weight,
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Same concept though they just run in place,
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No progress you always see the same faces,
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Over and over the cops pulling you over to make sure they fillin there quota,
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Like they a brother that's pulling you over,
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And harassing you flick-flash light flashing you,
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Night stick bashin you and then askin you,
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If you sell drugs or shoot like rappers do,
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That's the image we was givin didn't like it from begginning,
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Cause the records that we spinnin disrespectful to our women,
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Can't say I'm not involved cause they say I am a dog,
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That's one of my biggest flaws but that was all I was taught,
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That's all that I know,
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And it's hard to disregard like sleeping with one eye closed,
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No dose no sleep cause these fools from the street,
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Vice Lords Latin Kings unkowns on the street,
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And there's mo's on the street,
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Gd's Bd's Sd's on the street,
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God forbid when they meet,
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Popos on the street,
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Crooked cops they the biggest gang on the block patroling the streets,
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Young Annakin is at it again,
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Skywalker please that's what you can call me,
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While you tryna pose hard like manikin men,
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Fully posable arms with no kung-fu grip
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[Chorus:]
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Cause you a doll not an action figure,
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Cause you don't want action nigga,
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Don't ask for the gap yo,
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Gotta make it to the top though,
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You know that I came from a grass growth,
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Watchin my cop low,
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Itch it scratch yo,
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Master said niggas gotta come in through the back door,
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Guess what black folks,
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If you ain't auditioning for a snail moving u ain't gotta act slow,
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I got too much too lose
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[Verse 2:]
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Yo it's like T-bones on top shelfs the stakes is high,
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I let it drizzle on your brain like the fillin when it rain,
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Take the symbol with the flame the gold with the heat,
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With the timid in the lane with the bowl with the meat,
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The good with the bad take the happy and the sad,
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That's what I call life pull it all in a bag,
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And what do we have dude it's like a scripture from matthews,
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Buy my time unwind the twist tie and throw it back at chu,
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Like this sneeze from your spine when u breathe from behind,
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I'm a let you do you if you let me do mine,
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So please do recline and enjoy the show... cause even though...
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Action Figures
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The Cool Kids |