(feat. Skip, Redd Eyezz)
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[Chorus: Skip - 2X]
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Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!)
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Smack the taste right up out of your mouth (POW!)
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"I wa-, I wa-" That's what I'm talkin' about (POW!)
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Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (POW!)
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[Skip]
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Since I hit the TV now I'm a hot topic
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But that don't mean Skipper won't pop it
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Ain't that that dude with the H2 and the nice wallet?
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And I got four words - stay off my dick
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You wanna make it to where Skip ain't got shit
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So you could ride around town and spread your gossip
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Make up stories like "U.T.P. done dropped Skip"
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"Juve' used the man, paid him and then got rich"
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C'mon stop it, you're makin' it up
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Damn, how much hate is enough, boy you faker than fuck
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"I just saw Skip blazin' it up
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With a dime piece, smilin', gettin' head in the truck
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Look, right now he headed for us" (Look!)
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"You lyin' motherfucker, dude he right behind 'em, you a busta"
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Cause that's your old lady he with
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Them hoes is for everbody, stop savin' a bitch
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[Chorus - 2X]
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[Redd Eyezz]
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Open my eyes when the sun rise, blazin'
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First nigga on the strip, even if my block's hotter than Cajun
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I cop them Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and Yanks
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Program with every race, now I cuts my own steak
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Known to take G trips to a town like Wimbleton
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Get a bust' down spot and be servin' like Wimbledon
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Black John McEnroe, my rap flows are clapped (uh-hu)
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Supposed to be hot as Tabasco, look at them assholes now
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Homie, when I'm seen there's a crowd
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With head bustas off the streets talkin' loud, ready to wild
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Get respect for a few things
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Deranged, the chopper spit
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And the first off the block to cop a new Range
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Life is fast, I get cash and write about it
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At night it ain't safe in the South, we bout it bout it
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Doubt it and get bodied 'cause the shotty will lift -
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your big muscleman bodyguard off his shit
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[Chorus - 2X]
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[Juvenile]
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Who lil' daddy with the fitted cap turned back?
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Know some of these niggaz got respect, he tryin' to earn that
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Hopefully one of these niggaz with yayo will see that
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And put him in the right position he tryin' to be at
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They talkin' in the wind but they no better than the play though
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They could make a carton or a t-shirt in a day though
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I ain't tryin' to flex my power bitch but I got say so
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And I could make a million; American, yen or peso
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They say I got a attitude, that's not the issue at all
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Don't get involved when I'm doin' what I have to do
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I'm suttle now but I could turn into an animal
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Blow it out of proportion and I ain't understandin' you
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Not in it for the short, I want the long term
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Fuck the government, I'ma take care of my own children
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You gon' have to zip your lip up, before a nigga flip up
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I don't think they understandin' me, holler at 'em Skipper
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[Chorus - 4.5X]
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Keep Talkin'
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| Juvenile |
