[Intro]
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Yeah, sometimes you just gotta ride
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[Verse 1]
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I'm headed to Savannah, the sun rise there
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And somethin tellin me that I should be somewhere near
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I met somebody daughter, played in her water
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The lake was too salty and I'm not Cal Carver
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I was born hard in the paint where the stars hang out
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Just to find out that what they buy ain't bought
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And then I found me, stunt and go the same route
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I do this for the love, you can throw the fame out
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A tear still a tear, even when I change house
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And I am hip-hop, even when I claim south
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What'chu think we all look the same, game is bad
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Cause now we all fightin for the same damn spot
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Go'on, do da "Stanky Leg"
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It's better than talkin bout shootin people in the head
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I'm headed out to Oakland, the sun lies there
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And somethin tellin me that I should be somewhere near
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Where we goin?
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[Hook]
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We got five on gas, gettin nowhere fast
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Deep down in the sticks of Georgia (Where do you go)
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Big trucks roll through, might blow they horns
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They glad cause they goin to Florida (Where do you go)
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My neighbors o-c's, and they fightin like hell
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I can smell it from across the water (From across the water)
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(I waaalk, and where the world do you go)
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[Verse 2 - Skinny DeVille]
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Ha
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Just like you thought it wasn't gon bop
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Yup, it's how I know it wasn't gon flop
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Sometimes you got to give it all you got
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Even though a few folk keep wishin that you stop
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But after that, another classic we gon' drop
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And I ain't talkin bout no fancy mansion or no yacht
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Just a quarter pound of pot on my fourty acre lot
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Wit my Caddy coupe and drop, and a Range Rover SPOT
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I mean SPORT, sometimes I lose my train of thought
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But I'm back again and promise that every track is hot
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We gon' hit some traffic headed to the top
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So we gon' take another route and simply creep right past the cops
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And the haters man, they comin for my spot
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But we don't have to talk, come on get it while it's hot
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Fresh out the skillet, never feel it or you're not
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We gon' verti-cal grille it, watch me sell it on the block
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[Hook]
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We got five on gas, gettin nowhere fast
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Deep down in the sticks of Georgia (Where do you go)
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Big trucks roll through, might blow they horns
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They glad cause they goin to Florida (Where do you go)
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My neighbors o-c's, and they fightin like hell
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I can smell it from across the water (From across the water)
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(I waaalk, and where the world do you go)
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[Verse 3]
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The sun don't move, the earth don't stop
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The stars do drop, and they house forclose
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Cars repoed, business get towed
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Probably be a friend and sell the story out the bowl
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Then they can't see theyself back in the hood
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Can't let they friends know they not doin good
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See you lay low, and focus on ya kids
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Hope someobody remember somethin that'cha did
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[Skinny DeVille]
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Yah
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And if they did, then you gon' trip
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Grind for seven days a week, and then you watch it flip
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Legit is wicked clean, thats how it seems that the chips
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Gotta dig a little deep, you wanna see about the grit
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The grass gets mighty green by the fence
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Which side is the question? I'm headed that direction
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Knowledge is the weapon, and I use it for protection
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If you think I'm really slippin, then run up and learn ya lesson
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[Hook]
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We got five on gas, gettin nowhere fast
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Deep down in the sticks of Georgia (Where do you go)
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Big trucks roll through, might blow they horns
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They glad cause they goin to Florida (Where do you go)
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My neighbors o-c's, and they fightin like hell
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I can smell it from across the water (From across the water)
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(I waaalk, and where the world do you go)
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Ride
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