Yo Yo Yo Yo
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Everybody
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Everybody
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Everybody
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Now tell everybody how you came up with your name
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What was it like try'na get up in the game
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Dirty Harriet's the name saying anything goes
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Acting like you never seen a tomboy in dress clothes
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Like you run around splurging, deepen the excursion
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TV people pissed cause I spit the dirty version
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Now tell everybody what be going through your mind
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Up on the stage when you bout to bust a rhyme
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Seein' people on my left, seein' people on my right
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Every now and them you come across a fucked up mic
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Make sure they got water stay steady with the light
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And I rock it so tight, make the bitches start a fight
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Now tell everybody bout niggas in your camp
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How we be rolling, when we work and we lam
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Got Rock Sham Bus Ramp Spliff me six
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And another set of caps double that in the Bricks
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Some smoke, some drink, some battle just for kicks
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Some'll give your ass a Duffy just for try'na take flicks
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Now tell everybody what be going through your brains
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Celeb chick up in the rap game
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Smoke a rogie in a store getting tipsy on a plane
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Take a whole lot of money
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Fuck around and ride the train
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Say my voice too maley, can't understand me
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No album out superbitch won a Grammy
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Chorus:
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All the ladies in the place clap your hands
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All the fellas in the house clap your hands
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Everybody (Everybody)
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Everybody (Everybody)
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Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
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Everybody (Everybody)
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Everybody (Everybody)
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Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
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Now tell everybody bout niggas on your block
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In New Jerus where the crime don't stop
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See a bunch of little niggas wearing scuffed up Tim's
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If his stash been tapped it was probably Juanes Mins
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Some like to shoot dice fuck around lose friends
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Some'll blow your brains out get you for your rims
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Now tell everybody bout bitches 'round the way
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Who like to hustle
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Lose scams everyday
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Type of chicks hit first
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Even let they kids curse
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Get a check every month
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Day job as a nurse
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I'm bumping out the crib playing scratch card numbers
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So I'ma get slick
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Evict they own man running
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Now tell everybody how we dipping in the stash
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Or with the swerve don't be spending no cash
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Drinking all type of goodies
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Sending heads on a run
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Everytime I pass a L
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Here comes another one
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Now bitch got the munchies
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Making heads front me
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Dipping in the dro
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Niggas fuck around and jump me
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Now tell everybody how we keep it on lock
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Now where we headed when the block get hot
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Now we speeding on the Ave.
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Puffing on lots of gandas
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Pumping Jay shit
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Somebody got Nastradamus
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Kicking one-liners
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Car full of rhymers
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Dipping down the block when the cops get behind us
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Now tell everybody where you heard it all first
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Type of shit going into Digga verse
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Say intellect punch lines
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Kill 'em all one time
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Voice still crazy
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Even when I kick my fun rhymes
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Digga supreme
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Clientele like ghost faces
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Niggas have to go rewrite in most cases
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Chorus:
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All the ladies in the place clap your hands
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All the fellas in the house clap your hands
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Everybody (Everybody)
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Everybody (Everybody)
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Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
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Everybody (Everybody)
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Everybody (Everybody)
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Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
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Everybody (Everybody)
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Everybody (Everybody)
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Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
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Everybody (Everybody)
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Everybody (Everybody)
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Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
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Untitled (1)
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Rah Digga |