(Chorus)
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Followers, dick swallowers
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No power over themselves, blindness
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Don't take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness
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We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us
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Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids?
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Pretty boys fakin like they grinders
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[Del]
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First off, you a buster so mind us
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On the street with your crack thinkin your a timer
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Co-signin, findin it ain't workin
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Fiends is perkin, I seen you on Perkins
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Fools chirpin around the blocks with glocks
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And you, really ain't ready for the plot they got
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It's unbelievable the way the leave your skull on the pavement
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Snatch up your scrilla as soon as you made it
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You could be layin dead, instead you play dead
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So they would quit whoopin your ass; you get, put in the past
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Tryin to keep up with the Jones' like the mass
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N.C. baby, means you got no class
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[Poser speaks]
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"Aw what nigga? Man, I be on the flat lands all the time, nigga.
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I-I ain't even trippin!"
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[DEL]
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"Man you from the hills though man, what you doin"
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[Poser]
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"Aww nigga you don't know nigga. Nigga, I'm following niggaz."
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[DEL]
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"You trippin' man."
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[Poser]
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"Man I be grindin' and chillin'
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Nigga, I was rolling dice the other day nigga."
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[DEL]
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"You need to take your ass to school."
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[Poser]
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"Aww"
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(Chorus)
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Followers, dick swallowers
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No power over themselves, blindness
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Don't take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness
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We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us
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Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids?
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Pretty boys fakin like they grinders
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("Dude, that ain't me, dude")
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[Del]
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You bite somebody's style, it's invitin like a child
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You cling to it; I hear it, hmmm
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It's got a ring to it - if that's your thing do it
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At least you claim you ain't down with that hiphop shoobeedoobee
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Which is fine cause my click say you booty
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You a white kid, your mom said I'm a mooley
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Now you talking 'bout pass the doobie and the toolie
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Got your raps and your gat pointed at yours truly
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Talking 'bout you gonna school me, who me?
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Here's a little jewel like a ruby
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since you talkin like you knew me
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Playing a role that's straight out a movie
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Acting unruly, and your neighbors call SOO-WEEE
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to the pigs then they fling you in the brig
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Leave gang bangin to the real gat holders
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or real black soldiers who you don't know of
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Who don't show love with all you sun and your thun
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Cause they know where you from,
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You from Oakland, you rich and you ain't from the slums
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Your pops is a politician
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So why bein a criminal is your three wishes
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used up, do what comes naturally
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Quit playing a role that don't even have to be
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You slippin
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[Poser 2]
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"Dude, I ain't slippin, man I'm from the town too,
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man I'm from the Oakland hills dude.
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That's East Oakland, blood. You don't even know, man."
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[DEL]
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"Man, you trippin man."
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[Poser 2]
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"I ain't trippin dude.
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Why you trying to step to me like, you know, you somethin man?"
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[DEL]
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"Yap, yap, yap, yap."
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[Poser 2]
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"What up? Whatever dude, whatever."
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[DEL]
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"All in my ear with that yappin, man. You trippin."
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[Poser 2]
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"I'll keep at it to! Wassup?"
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[DEL]
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"What!? [laughing] You gonna get hard?
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What you talkin about fool?"
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[Poser 2]
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"Hey, you never know."
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(chorus)
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Followers, dick swallowers
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No power over themselves, blindness
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Don't take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness
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We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us
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Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids?
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{*music fades out*}
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Followers
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Del The Funky Homosapien |