[Chorus 2x]
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Somethin bout the goldie in me
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Somethin bout an oakland mack
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When I hear this song
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It makes an o.g. feel phat
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[Verse 1; Hammer]
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Somethin bout the goldie in me
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That makes me laugh at these wannabes
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Cause they been watchin too much tv
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Rambo and clint eastwood got ya trippin
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But the goldie in me, Keeps me thinkin bout my group and never slippin
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In that played out tread, Cause most o.g.'s are in the pen or fresh out
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And when I hear rappers like you call me wack
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I laugh and just say over twenty million sold, Can you buy that?
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Yeah, Fake rappers are surreal
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You don't hear me though, I thought ya knew
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I'm a certified player, You see
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Cause of the girls, The girls, They love me
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And no matter what my critics say
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They all know that I'm mackin this fame
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Cause fools can't recognize game
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I refuse to be a wannabe
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Somethin bout the goldie in me, Yeah
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Chorus 2x
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[Verse 2; Hammer]
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Somethin bout the goldie in me, See I'm a g
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Hangin wit fools like Big loose, Crossecuse, And killa week
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Just some hard knunkleheads from the eastside
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Where we used to squab, Shoot em down, Collect ends, And high side and rise
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And get between thighs on the day to day
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Craps, Big bank take little bank, Were games we like to play
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Rollin down east 14, The brothers be trippin, They hear the cats be slippin
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Cause the moves be quick to zippin
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Pickin up freaks every other block, Wherever the ride stop
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The girls flock, And all the homies jock, Sock
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Bustas makin smart remarks, I'm quick to bust ya
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Never worry about my back, Because I'm rollin wit some hustlas
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And we don't sell, We bail
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Creep through the hood wit pockets fatter than the goodyear blimp
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Yeah, An oaktown player, G
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It's got to be the goldie in me
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Chorus 2x
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Somethin' 'Bout The Goldie In Me
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| MC Hammer |
