Feat. Sean Price, The Kid Daytona and The Incomparable Shakespeare
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[Hook]
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It's all about bars and hooks
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We in the 'hood with cop cars and crooks
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We keep it movin', though
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It's all about bars and hooks
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We in the 'hood with cop cars and crooks
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We keep it movin', though
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It's all about bars and hooks
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We in the 'hood with cop cars and crooks
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We keep it movin', though
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We keep it movin', though
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We keep it movin', though
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We keep it movin', though
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Man, you cats ain't slick and your raps ain't shit
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I ain't been the same since I ate paint chips
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Amazing how I rip and ride reckless
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Record a song and I'm gone - Slip-N-Slide Records
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Duck Down is the label - Ruck down is the label
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Everything I drop - score, touchdown for the label
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Now back to the point of the record
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I ran a red light, the cops put a point on my record
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What the fuck am I talkin' 'bout?
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Excessive E pills give you Christopher Walkin mouth
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Don't rap and chew bubblegum
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Big-ass gat, when I clap I do trouble, son
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Merked for your chain, talk tough, turbulent slang
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Spit crack, and I ain't talkin' 'bout workin' for Wayne
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I'm talkin' 'bout the earth and the rain, the moon and the stars
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Talkin' 'bout the jerks in the game, you know who you are
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[Hook]
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Man, you thugs ain't tough and your raps ain't touch
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I ain't been the same since I drank them drugs
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Amazing how I spit on a record - it go "POW!"
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Amazing at how you shit on a record - it slow down
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Now pick it back up, we can start where we started at
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I spit for fiends, the generation of Starter caps
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Can't rock tight jeans, never a thought of that
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You ain't make me - Monday morning quarterback
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I've been one with the streets, fuck would I lie 'bout?
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Excessive Viagra, Donatella Versace mouth
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Bastard(don't rap and chew bubblegum)
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Insomniac, I swing the bat when the trouble come
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Ain't talkin' 'bout you, son, this is bigger than one star
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I'm talkin' moon, tides, gods, bigger-than-Earth bars
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I'm talkin' 'bout the talkers, who don't work hard
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All the jerks in the game, we know who you are
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[Hook]
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Man, your flow's Fugazi, you should never rap again
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I ain't been the same since I fucked my first African
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5'10, fluent in Arabic when she flew in
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Red-flagging her, same last name as who flew them planes
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And crashed 'em all, into the World Trade
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Her uncle sold a fake Louis in front of Pearl Paint
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This sure ain't, what life was like in the Bronx
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Reminiscing on days, we broke, night in the park
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And just seein' fiends smokin' out
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Excessive crack rock give you Malik Yoba mouth
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Little stories you wrote about
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Over stoves and coffee pots, never no Folgers out
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Yeah, need to hold ' em out, no shorts, hold it down
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Industry funny style, can't avoid clowns
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Embarrassed to say, I know some of y'all
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Fuckin' faggots in the game, we know who you are
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[Hook]
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Thanks to constantinv for correcting these lyrics
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Bars & Hooks
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