Would you like to know a secret?
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(Would you wanna, you really wanna, baby)
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Would you promise not to tell?
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(I know you wanna know, baby, I bet ya)
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Would you like to know a secret?
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(Would you wanna, you really wanna, I know)
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Would you promise not to tell?
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(Wanna know it, I bet you wanna, baby, you really wanna, you really wanna)
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Now I comes from Pomona
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The city of G's in California
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Where the sun rises the east
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And sets the west (Tell the truth player)
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Now I ain't tryin to be a hard ass brother
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Cause I got game from my sister and my mother (Nah)
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They told me the same thing that'll make you laugh
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Will make you cry
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And they was right on the money
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Now I
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Bang bang to the rhythm of Quik
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Now put the dip in your hip
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And let your backbone slip
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It took a real long time for me to get this break
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And I'll be damned if I leave it for a sucka to take
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Hey Suga Free, I got some whoop whoop
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I'm finna get some whop whop
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You know I sold my drop top
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On Daytons with them knock-offs
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Partner you can straight shake the spot
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I see the envy and jealousy in your face
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And bump what you got fool
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Forgot to write me in the penn
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Now I'm on parole in the wind
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And your trying to fit in
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Y'all humpback J
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E to the A
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The L-O-U-S suckas make my day
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Sucka
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But I'm a cotton-pickin fool
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I shoulda listened to Tony Lane
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When he told me to shake a sucka like you
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Shake-a-shake-a-shake
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One sucka a day
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Cause misery loves company (OK)
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And a, Mr. Sucka For a Trick
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a.k.a
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Broke jealous trick
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With a itch
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To never see me spittin
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Here come that sucka with that smile
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Talkin about
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How my shit flow so dope
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He played my tape and got cottonmouth
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So I'm knowin bout your fake smile
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Pat me on my back
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With that he say-she say crap
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Because I know something you don't
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Like havin thousands
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And a [?]
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Would you like to know a secret?
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(Would you wanna, you really wanna, know it)
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Would you promise not to tell?
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(I'll give it to ya baby, I bet ya, wanna, know)
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Would you like to know a secret?
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(Would you wanna, you really wanna, baby)
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Would you promise not to tell?
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(I know you wanna, you really wanna, know it, I bet you wanna, you really wanna)
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Now I gets my checks in chunks
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Blocks and stacks
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Looking out for my homies
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And family like a mack
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So you can do or say whatever floats your boat
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But I'ma tell you just like this
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I'm far from broke
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So while you talk about me
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You need to look at yourself
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Who gave Peaches five hundred for [?]
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I had a life-long dream
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To do just this
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In and out of jail
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And didn't nobody send me shhh
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But I ain't mad witcha
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I guess we do what we do
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And God Bless Chris, Flower, Dante and little Clue
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We gotta make it right
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Cause Mr. Gilmore is laughing at us
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Killing each other
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Over nothing every night
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So wake up and recognize
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What you fail to see
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Cause I'm a black man partner
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It was hard for me
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Trying to get a job
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With a cross tattoo under my left eye
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They never called me back in interviews
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It was hi and bye
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Would you like to know a secret?
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(Would you wanna, you really wanna, know it)
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Would you promise not to tell?
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(I know you wanna, you really wanna, know it, I bet ya)
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Would you like to know a secret?
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(I know you wanna, you really wanna, know)
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Would you promise not to tell?
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(Don't you wanna, you really wanna, baby, don't you wanna, you really wanna)
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And my homegirl Qiana
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Bless her soul
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Bought me some shoes
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I took off them [?]
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Cause my sacks was through
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And moms kicked me out the house
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Cause I wasn't paying rent
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I got mad for a minute
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Now I gots good sense
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And me and pops used to go at it
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Like every other day
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But I apologize
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For all the remarks I used to say
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Cause ah
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I gots my life where I want it
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I met Stan Sheppard, Black Tone, DJ Quik
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Now I'm jumping on it
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And Black Tone used to buy me clothes
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Pay for lawyers and court
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So Black Tone's my folks
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Unlike some other fools I know
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We got a snitch walking round
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But I ain't mad at cha
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Just don't let me see you
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I'ma clown
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Cause you smiling in my face
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And pat me all on my back
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And hate my guts
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