[Verse 1: Suga Free]
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I'm coming out of twi-light sneak like God!
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"Num Yo-Ho Ren-Ge Kyo-Ho"
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Naw baby, I'm that brother that you used to dream about in yo bed
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When you woke up, soaking wet between yo leg
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You ain't runnin' nothin' here but your mouth
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And trippin' is what you do, but money's what I'm about
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You messin' up again with me, when will you learn?
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Knowing dog-on well humidity messes up my perm
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So fly! So right!
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Now let me take a picture of this pitchure and you decide
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I see some watered-down fools amongst my pimpsmanship
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Hey Bubba, you with me? (Yeah, playa!) They can't pimp me
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I'm a genuine mack and if you got some dirt
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We'll put it in a pot and plant it, if it grow that'll hurt
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So what really separates me from you is
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I'm never satisfied when it come to my chips
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So you, you, him her, them fools in the back
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Suckas, tricks, bloods, crips, I'm a west coast mack
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From me to you, straight from the street
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A thousand dollas a day multiplied by each blister on her feet
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Equals me, Playa-Hamm and DJ Quik
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Now substract that by a sucka like you and what you get?
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I'm getting treated like I'm Ama-Deus, a playa like Horisson
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Cooler than Arthur Fonserelly and free like Jim Morisson
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[Hook]
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Don't no suckas live here
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You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
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Don't no suckas live here
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You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
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Don't no suckas live here
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You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
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Don't no suckas live here
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Keep on nockin' but you can't come in
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[Verse 2: Playa-Hamm]
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I'm in the hood, rum on the wood, it's recognizeable
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Got fatty-assed pockets, they end up for the sizeable
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I'm liable to take this playa shit where it never been
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Everytime I pick up my pen I puts it down lifestyle
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This how I'm livin'
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Been Up in this the whole while they multiply the division
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My pants sag, ain't no flag though I'm associated
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With pimps, hustlas, macks and tricks who playa hate
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Now these hoes, wishin they could miss me
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Everytime I come around, a bitch tryina twist me
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I'm disappearing like Whodini, they ain't seein' this
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Up in the cut I pimp that ass, they rather pee in this
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I rip the smack like it's capital
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Played it like it's Cavistar
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Now they Jock like I'm 2Pac
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Hoe-knockin with the fascinating Suga Free
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P-P, motherfuckin' C
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Eternally yours with the doors open wide now
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Ain't no place for you fakes and frogs to hide now
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Supreme hood rat hoes, here me to the beat
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Slang that ass for a chance to ride back seat
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Trick niggaz let 'em leap but I can't follow 'em
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Thirty minutes in the suite they wanna swollow cum
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The drama unfolds bitch, everywhere the P flows
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I ain't pennin' pussy, but this is how it goes
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[Hook]
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Don't no suckas live here
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You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
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Don't no suckas live here
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You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
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Don't no suckas live here
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You can bet yo bottom dollar on that
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Don't no suckas live here
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Keep on nockin' but you can't come in
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[Suga Free Ad-libs]
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[Verse 3: Suga Free]
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Baby you know that "Welcome" sign you seen
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Before you came into my house
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Put a "U-N" on that welcome and turn around and get the hell out
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And don't tell your boyfriend you live here, Game
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And I put you stuff in storage on your mama's name
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Now see baby run, run baby run
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Here I come with DJ Quik, Ray-Dog and Shot Gun
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I bust a trick, with my trick, by my trick, in front of my trick
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In back of my trick and on the side of my trick, trick!
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Oh no baby, what you mean you didn't get your check?
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You better call your case worker before I break your neck
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But y'all broke-ass brothers wanna give them freaks a chance
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Potna that junk played out with Atari, Tuck skins and parachute pants
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So say what's up to your forever-treatin-a-freak-bad
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Friendly-neighborhood-playa-potna Suga Free, man
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Ah-ha, parlez-vus franA§ais? Oui, oui!
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Sabes espaA±ol? Si!
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International playa, baby!
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[Hook]
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No! No! Oh! Oh!
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Oh! Oh! Yeah! Yeah!
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Don't No Suckaz Live Here
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| Suga Free |
