[Defari]
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Aiyyo I think it's time I let 'em know how I gets down
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(What's that?) How we do what we do
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From where we from.. (what y'all do?)
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I hit the freeway on a Friday, the highway
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Feelin real good like when the Lakers traded Vlade
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Could that be Sade' in the next lane?
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I see her through my windowpane, I wonder if she knows that cat Dwayne
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Johnson, nah probably not
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I'm headed up Fairfax North to 'Riq's spot
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I, flex the quest for barbecues brews and fifths (what?)
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Trees lift niggaz while other niggaz talk shit
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It's time to mount up, tonight another show
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Gotta let the whole world know how it go strictly professionals
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We're never amateur, pure like lightning
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Whether on stage, or holdin the page writin
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or freestylin, on radio frequencies
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Los Ange-les, city of scanda-lies, cash and (??)
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[Chorus: Defari]
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'Voisiers, Marniers, 4-0-5 Friday's
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Paydays, sunset glazed, down Damalay(?)
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'Voisiers, Marniers, 4-0-5 Friday's
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Paydays, sunset glazed, down Damalay(?)
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[Defari]
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Aiyyo I'm nice with the ball like Paul Pierce
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Them brothers, that play for the wood, they somethin fierce
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Ahh, to each his own so I choose to maintain
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Ready to rock, blow the spot, make it boil like crockpots
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I, shot lyrics from a mini-mac cordless
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Broads hear the name, see the frame, and they adore this
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Hundred and ninety, nigga known to get lively
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Plus put in work "Between the Sheets" like Ron Isley
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At the bar, Herut the Cognac star
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Ice Courvoisier, brothers crowd around like seminars
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I'm smooth and ready like Telly Savales
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Likwit Crew, nuff respect to y'all niggaz, we swiggy ballers
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[Chorus]
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[Defari]
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I wanna fly the world, like (??)
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flies, to Is-rael, and like Ishmael Valdez
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I pitch heat, lyrically
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Over rugged beats under the ground, from the mainstream
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See where I dwells, it's all about skills
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This MC walk the walk when he talk, plus get on the wheels
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And freak new release with 1200 Technics
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Every week, got a hall of fame game, like Dominique
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Wilkins, yo Evidence we sound killin
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Many rippertons word to etchin lab on my building
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Yo X, yo youse a raw deal nigga
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Barbershop flex, time to collect figures
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Yo (.. Likwit Crew ..) me and you
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we like the treble and bass, straight cousins, here to shake the state
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Almighty (?), whom of Allah blesses me upon
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We straight keep keep keep it on
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[Chorus] - 2X
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405 Friday's
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Defari |