[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]
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Hmmm...yes sirrrrrr
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Rock and roll, man roll and rock
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I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks
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I got smoke to buy, coke for sale
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Sold much coke, got coke in jail
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In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell
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This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
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But I'ma take you back to the early eighties
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When my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
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My aunt cousin Wack had the black on black
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Ac' coupe Legend with the gold in the back
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I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell
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Runnin' round wild trynta get that mail
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Lil' shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves
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I was twelve years old brought it to the school
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Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
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You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this
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[Hook 1]
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But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Track)
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Try to set up shop get glowed up
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Hey, I'm the candyman, I got mo' than frozen cups
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I got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups
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Fam! we can roll up (Star Track)
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But Fam! don't try to roll up (Star Track)
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Don't make me pull these motherfuckin' fo's up
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Cause it's like that
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[Verse 2: Fam-Lay]
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The fiends is dyin', things is lyin'
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Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin'
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Right on time and money on the mind and
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On them twenty-fo's, them bit-ches straight shinin'
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But y'all niggaz don't know bout this
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Fresh new kicks with the new outfit
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Got the all black top with the black on black
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You ever see me creepin, just back on back
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Cause I got that pump and it is gon' spit
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I ain't no punk and I ain't no snitch
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From a place on Earth called Huntersville
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Where people out there got love for real
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Got love for all who got love for me
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If a coward ever ran then it wasn't me
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I'll be on the curb movin' dubs and d's
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And if you ever bought a dub then it was for me
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I ever get caught then it was to be
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I'ma just make bail by my cousin E
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Back on the Porsche with the mobile phone
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Like eleven in the mornin' them hoes to go home
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Trynta score and get this shit off quick
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You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this
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[Hook 1]
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[Hook 2]
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Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just start
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When the fists get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark
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And then the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch just scream
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And we spin off in Rolls and it's so damn clean
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[Verse 3: Fam-Lay]
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I stand on my block, the cam on the spot
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My hands in my pocket, both hammers is cocked
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Waitin' for a nigga to just act up
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My right hand big six, got my bait back up
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Niggaz lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as hell
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Actin' like lil' girls, like tattle-tales
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Mad cause my right hand bad as hell
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I would've kept shootin', but I had a sale
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See, I'm a crime boss three sixty-five
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Lookin' for a Nina Ross, she just can ride
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Picked up my cash and slide all sweet
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Nigga tried to snatch ass, knocked his heart off beat
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Nigga talk trash like the shit all sweet
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Wont'cha all take the cash dogg, not off me
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Hustlin's in my veins - you cannot stop it
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Walkin' on the block with life in my pocket
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I'm trynta score and get this shit off quick
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You ain't from the ghetto, y'all don't know bout this
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[Hook 1]
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[Hook 2]
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Rock N' Roll (Fam-Lay)
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Neptunes |