Tom: C minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
ill breaks outta milk crates
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Like eeny, meeny, miny
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It might not be a boo -boo, but it's grimy
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I'm right in the hood,
when you wanna find me
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Puffin' on a blunt, sippin' on a hiney
leave the bullshit behind me
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Paid Mexicans to hand wash my shit
and leave it shiny
guzzle beers, eat chiny
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Rasclad, everything Irish
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Catch a rat smokin' that poison ivy
You think Psych won't bust back,
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You just a fuckin' mouse,
tryna act mighty
God only knows what I'll do
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Make the angels up in heaven
wanna cover their eyes
Leave you somewhere homey
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Dramatic, it's automatic
like a burger and fries
You crazy,
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thinkin' you gon' stop the roll
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Too late, we get your heart
rate out control
They big, a little bigger
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And maybe a little lady
would be hot to hold
You crazy,
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thinkin' you gon' stop the roll
Cm
Too late, we get your heart
rate out control
Here's my outlook,
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bitches put out with no output
Cm
Cause yeah, little lady would be hot to hold
I just wanna get my ducks sick
No more scrambling an
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d juggling for 50 kids
Rather be lampin' on a sofa,
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Blue wa ter, fancy toilets,
losing clips with Miz
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Losing ships and kids, Titanic,
4 -4, water 4 -5
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They bark loud and they both shine,
and they both mine
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Make em dance most times,
And flow smooth like both rhyme, crazy
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I know this honky that played hooky to play hockey for a hobby,
it made him happy
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He had a hottie, she was a hoeski,
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suckin' nuts and she loved her banties,
deluxe hokey
Don't get it twist,
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cause I juked like Jim Belushi
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I take your ice chains
off your neck and play Salucci
My nigga Jude rocked the Nike
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Out your rig, got a couple chicks,
introduce me
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20 minutes later, I'm all in the coochie
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like I got the Anaconda for Ananda
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Nigga, you gon' stop the roll, too late
We get your heart rate out of control
Big big
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And then bigger baby that's the goal
Cm
And maybe a little lady
would be hot to hold
You crazy
G
Nigga you gon' stop the roll
Too late
Cm
We get your heart rate out of control
Here's my outlook
G
Bitches put out with no output
Cm
Cause yeah a little lady
would be hot to hold
G
Look homes I'm trying to up lift this shit
something for the kids and shit
Put my heart in my music
for as long as I live
Nigga the sound of the ghetto
coming out of the crib
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Hardcore to off -form, bigger than rap
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All I know is that a lot of new
niggas is crack
Soundin' like dummies,
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It's wrong, and where I come from,
bitin' is whack
Maybe that's why them niggas
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never walk through the hood
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They ask, their intentions
never been any good
Little bitch -ass niggas,
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Put my foot up they ass,
man, as far as I could
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You crazy, nigga, you gon' stop the roll
we get your heart rate out control
G
And live bigger, baby, that's the goal
And maybe a little lady
You crazy, nigga,
Too late, we get your heart
Here's my outlook,
G
bitches put out with no output
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Cause yeah, a little lady would be hot
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to hold
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You
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