[Intro]
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Yeah
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Give it to 'em
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yes,yes,yes,yes,aha ah!
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Ghetto people..this one's for you
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And you and you and you
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And you and you in the front
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yo!
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Jack Johnson (aha) live and stompin
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Undisputed heavy weights champ (aha) of the world
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[Verse 1]
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Yo I'm live with it, low, middle, the high with it
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And that's how I'ma live and die with it
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Hold up and down your spine with it
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Like Zimzallabim, Jack Johnson, yes my dog, right with them!
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The most special, most ghetto, most method, most valuable
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Rep my avenue like is the damn state capital
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Coming shadows to mind, a better mark of rapeness
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On slaves who high jacked the slave ships
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The hackers who remapped the matrix
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And built the road back to basics
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And getcha all off that strain shit
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You know this other cats run game with, it's tainted
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Consider this the moment that changed it: NOW!
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Jack john's stand strong never bow down
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Back off or get clapped dog right about POW
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For east to the west,up north to down south
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We show you how to REALLY make moshpit bounce
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Show you how the gritty make the ghetto wild out
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First letters that I wrote when I sketch the script down
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I'M LIVE WITH IT
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low, middle, the high with it
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And that's how I'ma live and die with it
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I shine with it, rhyme with it, reveal and recognise with it
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The ghetto know what time is it, when i spit it
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Me 9-semi, an iron lion strike with it
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See Dr. Know string a knot and make 'em ride with it
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And look alive
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Ghetto rock with me
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Look alive
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Ghetto rock with me
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Aha yeah
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Throw it up
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Ghetto rock with me
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Show it up
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Ghetto rock with me
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[Verse 2]
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Born to rock, since my pawn shift rise (??)
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Rock the booze water on any bully on your block
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My flow tighter than a big titties halter top
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Doper than a floyd flake that they bought they pops
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Since I bright a con duke of course I'm not
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My sharp mind join the dots and blow they plots
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A lot of cats talk noise a lot, but then the noise is stopped
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When the heavy sound voice in charge
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And this is no limp bizkit this is jack's fat cock
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loaded up slightly back, ghetto black rock
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Brooklyn got bomb-rush that you can't stop
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These the hungry hands that gon snatch your cash box
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I never gave a second what on "the fuck is with y'all?"
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Cuz my first thought covered it all
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YOU WHACK!!!
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And I don't care what you sound since not mumblin y'all
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Cause you can't do me nothing at all
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Which means, you can't shine my shoes watch my drawers
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Clean my cloth walk my dog moan my loan
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On other words dude I don't need SHIT from them
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All I got is hard rhymes and hot spit for them
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And yeah, I got the country new (raaatttttt) for them
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See how dark it can get for them?
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Tell their mommas THAT'S IT for them
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Get the flowers, they'll sing for them
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A sad story how it'll end for them
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That's what you get for not listenin' FIRE!!
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And a long rest in kumbayah
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You stand strong you can't move higher
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You move in "how we all can move higher?"
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Ready to roll like new tire
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Well I can show you who the true lion
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True power move quiet thru the understandin of the science
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[Outro]
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We live with it, no middle, the high with it
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And that's how we gon live and die with it
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Now ride with it
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Yeah, ghetto rock with me
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Ghetto rock with me
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Ghetto rock with me
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Ghetto rock!! Ghetto... MOTHERFUCKERS!
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Freaky radio!
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Zimzallabim
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Mos Def |