Things ain’t the same for gangstas
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And skinny jeans ain’t it changed the game up,
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Ocean out the closet, Russel applaud in
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Hip hop awards check for Antoine Dodson
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No diss to Russel, my social environment
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No dick can touch you, what’s the culture inspiring
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I know hip-hop growth creates gross,
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But most shit in hip hop now is just groass
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I ain’t the mad rapper, I’m just mad at rap
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I could give a shit, I own a platinum plaque
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My catalogue already tells all that
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The stories I spat, the homes where I trap
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The homies that never made it out, who got clapped
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The homies is never coming out ’cause of a rat
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Splinters and your thumb nails snitchin on your Twitter
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That’s the shit I don’t like, that’s a deal killer
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But Raphael will prevail, straight out the sewer
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Turn my DAS EFX up, so your ears can view em
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Hopefully they young consumer ain’t ruin
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From all this bullshit, and music they consuming
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I don’t know what this game came to
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When your swag's not clean
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And you looks not mean, you know what?
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Tighten em up give 'em skinny jeans
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I don’t know what this came came to
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When your record move slow and your fan base low
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You know what, we’re gonna do you a reality show
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Under 20 thou on the Twitter
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I don’t give a shit O-Trice a pinch hitter
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In the clinch I run base to crack pinches
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Nowadays molly make the silly guilt guide free
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Everybody goons, no ice, hockey
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You niggas ain’t be hot, ya'll box sloppy
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Hope you niggas sticky old pace,
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Copy, copy, copy.
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Song’s not over.
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It is.
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No it’s not over.
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It is
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It's not what I pay you for. Listen.
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I need you to continue to make music,
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I need you to do this whole song.
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I don’t want you to stop now,
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So next tape.
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My son'll listen to you on his iPod, listen to you on his iPad, his iBalls
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And I bought your record.
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Okay!
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Put on your skinny jeans, extra tight around the waist
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Extra tight around the balls
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What?!
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Yes, we like to see that, do it!
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Not happening
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Look I don't care if you have more than 32
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And your kid's in middle school
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I want you to put it on, get out there
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And make us some money buddy!
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Not happening!
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Well I'll go find somebody else that'll love to put on skinny jeans.
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The new thing is a dress
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What?!
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The new thing is a dress, that's the new thing
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We're gonna dresses next
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Not happening,
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I control hip-hop music, not you!
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(Make us some money buddy!)
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No Disrespect
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| Obie Trice |
