[Left Brain]
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Yeah
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It's that thug shit
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Yeah - all my thug bitches, all my thug niggaz
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It's MellowHype, Odd Future Wolf Gang
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Uhh, Left Brain, yo
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We be thuggin deep; runnin 'round the hood
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like doggies in the street, you feelin froggy then leap
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Pass by the feds and its foggy in the Jeep
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Fuck yo' opinion and your blog and your peeps
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Everybody wanna talk this and that
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'til I leave your body in the alley with piss and rats
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Go ahead nigga, you can diss the track
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Face-to-face with my chrome, now diss my gat
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Naw I don't play with guns, you can diss my bat
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It'll be a home run, nigga off wit'cha cap
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Cause if I pop a shot, it'll be too loud
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Neighbors comin out the house fuckin formin a crowd
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Jose Canseco, all about my peso
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Stack it like Lego, hot like fuego
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Left Brain from the Gang full of Wolves that red
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Eyes bloodshot red nigga would you stare?
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[Chorus: repeat 16X]
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We be thuggin
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[Hodgy Beats]
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Before I try a coat, I put on my cloak
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I mouthwash all you bacteria, no soap
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When the situations get bad and niggaz start to choke
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I get a little jumpy and I just might croak
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Presidential campaign, gettin every vote
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Starin the game down through my, authentic locs
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Beach Cruise, Pasadena, 250 spokes
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I swear I am the truth - wanna hear me tell a joke?
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I run Dena with a lyrical quote
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Controllin niggaz ears like I got a remote
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Bring a bitch around me and that's all she wrote
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I'm acid like the citrus when she swallow the pulp
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It ain't fashion when I'm whippin, I'm True to my Religion
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Gettin wisdom in return with this music I be givin
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I'm so sickenin - like I got the swine flu
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I'm sick in my head bitch, I got the mind flu
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[Chorus]
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[Hodgy Beats]
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H.B., ha ha~! Ice cream parlor on a Sunday
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Ice cold from Monday to Monday
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She go both ways and my direction is one way
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You can't move me, watch me like a movie
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Do she really wanna do me?
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"Oochie Wally Wally" bang bang bang in jacuzzis
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And if these niggaz don't know who we be
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in that girl coochie, get a C-L-U-E
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Recognize the letters, MellowHype fly
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You can tell by the feathers, I'm a ball player in
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any kind of weather, strike one, and you out of
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my motherfuckin house like Hugh Hefner
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I laugh out loud, my pretty ass proud
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If you wanna find me, I'll be in my own cloud
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Writin lyrics to myself, I'm my own penpal
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and I make beats mothafucker - send now
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[Chorus]
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Thuggin'
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Mellowhype |