Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right?
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Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights
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Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched out
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On stage with the gauge, flash the tech like Clint East'
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Polo drawers, valor headband, Genova convertible couch
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In the back, with the two nightstands
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I'm the man, nigger, when I come through, dressing rooms
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Had the goose ready, renting cream and a bag of shrooms
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And a nice suite, room service every five minutes, I need a foot massage
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Tell the masseuse, she can't do it for me, do it for God
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I got the mix CD on pause with all DeBarge
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Oil me up, please, my nuts, read me a story
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Tuck me in, something like the seeds'll say
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Pass me the cold fresh squeezed OJ, I got five hundred
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Under my pillow, after I'm done, do my DJ
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Cause of that, I'mma rock the show tonight
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The Twat Team, gon' get those hoes tonight
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That's Theodore shit, if you in your whip
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Two step, you slipped, get your whole crew wet
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Stand like the Eiffel, move spiteful
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Sport the Nike shoe, nice with the mic since high school
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Fuck who like who, fend to not, nigger, triteful
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Plot cycles, to get dough, it's so delightful
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Criminal IQ's, spiral convo's with the sky view
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This is what I do, pioneer, my peeps Power Rule
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Fuck Yacub, I'm factual, true and living
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Polo polobos with the true religion, no superstition
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This beat is sorta proof to listen, and hear the real
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So you New Jack niggas kneel, sit it still
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Lick a fifth, get your piff and chill, fix your grill
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It's ill, seen the game vanish in air
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From DeLores to the glamourest gear, show and prove
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How I move, you know hammers is near, never fool
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Appear rude, though my manners is there, get it straight
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Say my grace, before stuffing my face
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Fuck the radio, the corners respect, Soldier I
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I'mma about to get fly, like I'm boarding a jet
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Watch your mouth, little homey, I demolish your rep
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I'm like Mohamed Atta, when I'm bombing the set
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Bottom line, you got a problem with Deck, I'm like the police gun, son
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A nigger name pop in the 'jects
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Hate in your blood, green eyes, watching my step
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I'm all money like the Pres, no stopping the rest
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This is Stones and grown man poking his chest
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Play hero watch the K blow a hole in your vest
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Why I flow like I know I'm the best, because I'm spitting the piff
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Half of ya'll dudes rolling with stress
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Y'all don't see me, son, you know the address
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10304 block work, first homey, show me the checks
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Hood crooks living over the edge, Ghost saying nah
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That's a good look, focus, respect, yup
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Harbor Masters
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| Andrew Kelley |
