[Intro: Murphy Lee]
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Hahaha, yo, yo, yo, yo
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You never met a nigga like me
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Yo yo, have you ever seen a little dude
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Who be doing what I do?
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Uh huh, yo whoo!
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Let's get at it dog, whoo!
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[Verse: Murphy Lee]
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Now what goes up, must come down (shiiett)
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But we ain't coming down, it be them same ole' clowns
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Aiming your pound pretending they proud
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But when you leave town they go around
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they running they mouth (maaann)
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They something like a hater man
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Talking bad about a playa as if I'm not gon see ya later man
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You constantly frontin until you confronted on
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If you don't like whats going on gwoin to another song
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Cause I keep a hater guilty
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My cars and my money all alike man,
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both them filthy (get it?)
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From skimpy and empty to fuel on full
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See I be high when my car go Bulls
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Obey no rules to school you fools
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Schoolboy's err'y where, we're Young Dude news (maann)
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St. Louis like Louis D. Miles and Larry Hughes
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And the Young Dude done paid young dudes' dues dude
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[Chorus - repeat 2x]
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[JD:] But yo, what da hook gon' be (Uh oh!)
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[ML:] See I don't need no fucking hook on this beat (Shiieet)
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All I need, is the track in the background
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My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin 'round and I'ma rip
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[Verse: Murphy Lee]
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The sun'll come out.. tomorrow
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And I will never have to borrow
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Got my first car when I turned sixteen
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Only drove it home outta town limosines
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Plus we was broke wit a deal but nobody could tell
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So we did what we had to do for "Country Grammar" to sell
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Haha, I stay on my own melodies
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Plus I like my Booties and my Boobs like a capital letter 'B'
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That's how it is, how it better be
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I preferably rather have two or three girls in the bed wit me
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Close your errs [ears] ma you ain't heard nothin (whaa?)
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I always pay ma let a brother hold somethin
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I'm basically coming from nothing to something
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When I say nothing meaning pocket full of lint and buttons
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(We all we got!) Used to be creative on Halloween
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(how you gon?)
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Stop a hotter teen went from nada to a lot of things
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[Chorus]
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[Verse: Murphy Lee]
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People always saying man it must be nice
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No hi no nothing not a simple house life
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Understand the money's good but I'm still from the hood
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So don't be asking for no "inch" be expecting the "foot"
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Unless you want a foot (whoo!)
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I know a few crooks that can place you
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where you need to be put
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And it might not cost me playa
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Got a Benz pepper interior, paint salty playa
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And we all push it, but me I push it real good
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Brains blown out, chromed out, wheel real wood
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Catch me on your local derrty
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Or in the studio doing vocals derrty
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I'm the same dude that came through wit my crew
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Let the girls do me while you do you
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And um, all I need is JD beat to be banging
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And I'll come up wit these verses that I'm usually slanging
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I be ripping man
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[Chorus - to end]
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What Da Hook Gon Be ( Featuring Jermaine Dupri )
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| Murphy Lee |
