[Big Boi]
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Well it is I, the pimp playin nigga that you heard about
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Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses
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I got the hookers on the go and playa rhymes that I fuck with
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I buy amps that pops my trunk swift
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I've been a player since the age of two
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That's when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talk
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Do how them hoe sellers do
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See born and raised as a pimp, that's what I claim to be
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Always claimin true to what I do and then fuck what I see
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I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up
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And make my money cuz my daddy never showed up
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But fuck it, I'm on my own, I'm in my zone
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And nothin wrong, you don't belong, you left me standing alone
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Yeah, I'm the nigga with the feather in my hat
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Finger waves and snake skins, shit, I got all that
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But you ain't know I'm the one dippin and dodgin bullets
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The price you pay when you behind it steady tryin to pull it
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So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore
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They were my idols when I was a kid
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From nappy head, greasy face, eatin watermelon
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To drug dealer, armed robber, now, convicted felon
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chorus: repeat 2X
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I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes
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I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues
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Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be
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So all the real niggaz step up like the playas that's in back of me
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[Dre]
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All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watchin over me
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Growin up a little G, my mama thought I'd grow to be
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A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like comin harder
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Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten
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This ain't no secret garden, so you fly when niggaz flee
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If it is one of my own, I'm lettin the trigger be
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Cuz I got love for any nigga who got love for me
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And then I get a slap of dap when I'm slangin quarter keys
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Just tryin to make it, then of age, come through, take it
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I ain't forgot about y'all women who be workin niggaz butt naked
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At Magic City, shakin titties just to pay the rent
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Lord, tryin to hustle must be somethin that was heaven sent
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But I ain't got no sense, that's what I got them thinkin
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I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin
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Cuz I be takin the rough side of the mountain
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If you cross my path, I'll leave you drainin like a fountain
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Yes it's been like that since way back, in 1975
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Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive
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So little botty bwoy better say your prayers
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You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya
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chorus: repeat 4X
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Claimin True
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| OutKast |
