guys talking)
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...coming around here with their rims and Tims and shit
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Get the fuck out of my neighborhood! (hahahah)
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Fucking eighteen, fucking schoolboy
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Freaking 'tics man, I'm sick of them, they keep playin that song
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They're stupid!
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(Chorus - Murphy Lee)
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I said you don't wanna roll where I could go
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Hard times, Hennessy and Optimos
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Twenty inches on the car, gotta lock the doors
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'Cause these groupies and these haters are scan-da-lous
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(Murhpy Lee)
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Ay yo, I'm Chachee the Navihater
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Fuck shoes, I want the whole fuckin alligator
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Murphy rather put the shoes on a Navigator
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Size twenties that could kick it like a soccer player
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Been a player since Freeze Pops, nigga, Now 'N Laters
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I used to be well connected like an operator
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I used to rub on some of the teachers and administrators
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Woulda' hit it, but yo, I'm not a good cooperator
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That's why the, that's why the people wanna get me for pollutin the sky
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Factory full a bud got the whole city high
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St. Louis peoples can't cooperate without (without)
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St. Louis po-pos wanna stop me but I doubt (I doubt)
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(Chorus) 2x
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Ay yo, I happen to be, I happen to be the Young Dude
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With the hook up like Black and Blue
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My milky flow's cowin these hoes, I make moves
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True smooth figga, coochie licker, relationshipper
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Damn right I'm wit' her twenty/four/five, she gettin thicker
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By the daily, as a child they couldn't fade me
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Brotha my league's speakin the truth, I'm only eighteen
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Do the math, killed a pig, chicken and cow
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My third eye's so versatile it make me smile
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At myself damnit, I'm in the backfield like Emmit
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My life is a movie got damnit, give me a Grammy or a meal ticket
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I ain't picky until I get it, we can still kick it
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Gimme a minute to handle business, 'cause I'm real wit' it
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Soon as I'm finished, yo, we can deal wit' it
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Bill wit' it, Lunatic skills to make a mil' wit' it
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(Wheewwww), we ain't black, we original
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The deal is y'all don't see it's all biblical
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(Chorus) 2x
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St. Lunatics did it all
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From highschool ball to feelin booties in the hall
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Skip school, buyin Nikes, twenty deep up in the mall
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Me and my dogs, found a road to make it flow
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Got money to go, fuck somethin, we want it all
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Done worked to hard to see it fall
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Seven years to get our name on the wall, Cuda called
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That did it all, 'cause we cool now, pockets grab for now
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I'm like Jordan in ninety-five, no Bull now
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Promotional tours now, funky like sewers now
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Six-hundred with duals now, like tractors got pull now
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We in a good situation like Phil and Shaq
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On our way up the hill like Jill and Jack
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(Chorus) 2x
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Scandalous
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| Nelly |
