[Deuce]
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Yeah!
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Nine lives!
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[Truth]
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California, Hollyhood,
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Got the liquor,
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Feelin' good
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Cali bud,
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Light it up
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Get your money,
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That's what's up
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Yeah that's me,
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From the streets
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In the car,
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With my heat
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What you need
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V-I who,
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V-I what,
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You with me
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[Deuce Chorus x2]
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Sh-Shake it to the front
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Sh-Shake it to the back
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Now turn it all around,
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Show me how you shake that ass
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I'm in the club,
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Gettin' buzzed, yeah I'm faded
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And baby momma, if you want it,
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We can make it
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[Truth]
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Just close your eyes completely shut
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Open your eyes and face The Truth
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Marinate facts, observe the scene
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GML, respect the roots
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Money, money, I get it, get it
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Hustle hard, no lookin' back
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Shake them haters, that's for real
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Make some moves and watch me stack
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I'm hood baby, can't you tell
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Hollywood, fuck Glendale
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Oh, well I went to jail
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Guess what, Deuce got bail
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Nine lives off my chain,
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I'm coo, coo, so insane
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Mona Lisa, perfect picture
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Got beef, my pistol get you
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Chuck Taylors, white T's,
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Low riders, man please
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Back up off me you fuckin' chump
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Turn this up, and let it bump
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Ruthless cats, on my team
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Nightmare, I'm in your dream
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You're the crop, I'm the cream
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I'm the hustler, you're the fiend
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Back it up, shake that ass
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Me and Deuce, no need to ask
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He gone crazy, lost his mask
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I gone crazy, and got his back
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Lights on, lights off
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It's about to spark off
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Flow's so heavy, it'll knock your socks off
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Yeah!
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[Deuce Chorus x2]
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[Deuce]
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This shit's so easy,
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You see me, you can't believe that it's me
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Oh, my God he's in all my dreams
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Oh, my God you know how to sing
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Oh, my God it's you, is this real
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Yeah, you see me, sittin' and drinkin
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You see me sittin', I'm thinkin'
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She thinks I'm easy, believe me
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When she comes home there's no teasin'
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There's no speed, you feel me
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She wan't to fuck with no rubber
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She gonna think I'm a lover
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Bitch better stay in the covers
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'Cause we ain't gotta be lovers
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Just take your pants off and cuddle
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Don't call your man, 'cause it's trouble
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If he comes back, I'ma shovel a hole so deep in my yard
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I'll let him sleep with the sharks
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Fishes, so don't be alarmed
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When I take the keys to your car
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And we ain't gotta be buddies
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Or hug inside o' no club
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We ain't gotta make nothin' public so fuck it
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'Cause next week I'll be havin' models and bottles
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Inside my one-room apartment
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That's when this shit gets retarded
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And bitch start seein' doubles of me
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And wake up in trouble with me
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'She's only seventeen man!'
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That's when they call the police
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[Deuce Chorus x2]
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[Truth]
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Oh, I'm back, The Truth, that's that
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I'ma star like Terry O, short bus retarded flow
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Want the money plus the fame, run rap, mando
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I'm faster, faster than a honey mustard Lambo
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Movin' through an open road
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Worldwide, around the globe
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What's the streets without the code
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Escobar without the blow
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Jibberjabber yippy yap
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Competition where you at
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All you suckers, I don't slack
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Got a problem, do the math!
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[Deuce Chorus]
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Hollyhood Vacation
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Deuce |