[Mac Dre]
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Is it Sleep Dank?
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Cutthoat Committee
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Real shitty, nothing pretty
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Is it Sleep Dank?
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[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
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I'm in a tight seven tre
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Four fifty four, four door, mob shot Chevrolet
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Got four fifteen, Lanzars
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Hitting so damn hard that I'm setting off alarms
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Got a fat backwood, car tacked out
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Fat four four that'll blow a niggas back out
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Squatted real low, dank wood killing me
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AC chilling me, but ya'll ain't feeling me
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A Cutthoat pimp, tripping and flashing
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Dipping and dashing, I'm sick when I'm smashing
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M-A-C, Dre bitch
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Pay bitch if you really want to stay bitch
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[Verse 2: Dubee]
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I bring fire, retire [? ] wannabe killas
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Can't fuck with, now who you be, I be that nigga
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Steady ready to snatch it ticket wicked with a fashion
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Tough as Tinactin, that bend tricks with a fastness
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Dipping and dashing, four door Chevy smashing
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Representing that raw shit, to your jaw shit
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We be flawless, putting paper over all this
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But ya'll just, niggas up in the way up on some garbage
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That jargon, that make a nigga empty every cartridge
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Walking target, make you park it where you start it
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I'm hocking a loogie, it's Dubee, I'm telling you
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PSD, Sleep and Dre and this nigga bout revenue
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[Chorus]
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TALK BIG SHIT
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Big shit talking niggas is off in the building
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TALK BIG SHIT
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Exo, cognac, privilege hennesey spilling, we living
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TALK BIG SHIT
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All on a hoe, ya'll ought to know
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TALK BIG SHIT
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At the mall or the store, your broad spending doe
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[Verse 3: PSD]
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See basically hoe, we hyper spaced out
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Play for the doe but stop hating me hoe
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Squat up on a one tre zero zero Honda model
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No helmet on riding one time
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Shining and glistening, hoes eyeing and listening
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Judge dying and sentencing, girls smile when they mentioning
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Two hundred dollars worth of smell [? ] they slipping him
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Quarters zippers on my [? ] if it's twelve I'm hitting him
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Long or [? ] green weed stall my lids and a Cutthoat is all I'm is
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Me and my niggas hollering what hoe, we all on a bitch
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Suck a dick if you can't fuck hoe, swallow the kids
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[Verse 4: Sleep Dank]
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Check the formats, lay suckas down like floor mats
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Those who approach get pulled like stagecoaches, we floor cats
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Turned up with no blood let's make it official
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These squares play the front,
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We in the back highly sparked off scud missiles
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Sip on fosters slowly, hoes drop they panties just to know me
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And show me, when the five hundred post, bitches kick it like shinobi
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Plenty fuck trophies; I rock a bitch like a rollie
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Give her two dubs nigga tell her bring me back 40
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Scum of the slum, call the bitch names
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Separate the busters from the thugs, floss it in there face
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But would I paper chase, these niggas grab the nickel plate
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And X the faith, on any sorry bitch who want to play
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[Chorus]
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Talk Big Sh't
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Mac Dre |