(Intro x2)
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I could neva tell it all
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(Verse)
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The music of the queen D., please, pour me another cup of that blue drink
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Fresh from the bootique, fires and noose links
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Get the paper like trees in the fall, loose leafs
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I neva thought I'd rap in the end, like cool G
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I got these girls packing up in my room, G
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I do her, she knew me, it was ultra-magnetic,
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Fixesin', now I'm dressin', but I'm neva blue jean
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Safe from a couple black tapes and new tease
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Came from the alley, so you know we blew trees
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Jump to school with my dudes, bring a fella to a dream
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And my mom gone, so I'm in the basement, playn all my songs
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Now this shit crazy, tell me that I'm wrong
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I swore I'd remember this day when I'm on
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(Hook x2)
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I said listen to my new shit, bring the stereo closer
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We makin' noise in the basement, tell your friends to come over
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(Verse)
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And we high like on our first joint
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Wait. And rewind on the first joint
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Playn ball in the yard on the first point
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But I'm the man in that NBA jam, give me a hand
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Let's bring down that big screen
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For that golden eye game you play
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Split screen, she brought a controller ova
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Now we both fuck on the sofa
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Closer, them Mollie rain baller Anthony Michael Hall
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Huh, don't forget about me when you're gone
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Huh, I swear I must have played every song
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That I ever made, that she like to ball
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Put her favorite one on a CD before she leave
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Standing in the room, put the baller on Petes
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It's you an me and the music is loud and we ain't tuning it down
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You wanna see what we doing it now
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(Hook x2)
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I said listen to my new shit, bring the stereo closer
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We makin' noise in the basement, tell your friends to come over
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(Verse)
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And who believe you was close to greatness, like Christmas Eve?
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Take it to the max, no Zack, no Screetch
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Never do it, lil' Mr. Do, lil' Mr. Greeves
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Sees, and cammo toughts and white teeths(?)
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Nicki Vina matuses and ice teas(?)
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How many in the basement I've seen come up for air
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Scared of pipe dreams, but I'm low ragin', my drive mean
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Prepared for whateva's ahead, like high dreams
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Even though it might seem, soon as I graduated
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Everything I read ran away like basine
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The ones that grew up, the music went down
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I throw the two up, say see you go round
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I know what you wan,t I know what you rather
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Fuck it now, just turn the music up loud,
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Cause we bout to sin
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(Hook x2)
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I said listen to my new shit, bring the stereo closer
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We makin' noise in the basement, tell your friends to come over
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Noise In The Basement
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