ft V.A.
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[Hook] x 2
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My juice is 900 proof,
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Only message to the youth
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I’m reckless in the booth
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I tell you no lies, please recognize
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I’ll tear your monkey ass, to pieces and prize
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Niggas realize, it’s not a disguise
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This hardcore shit will make your home girl strip
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Make you wanna take a sip of that red cup,
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Guess what, rest up, don’t give a fuck
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Never did, small shit is irrelevant
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Heaven knows only live for the hell of it
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Know the elephant, hate anything celibate
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Don’t really give a damn, what I tell a bitch
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Home going to the moon might see you soon
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Try to get that outlaw out the saloon
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Hear the click clack first then you hear the boom
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Get the fuck off my clap, mushroom
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Get out my face before I drop you
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Don’t try to gamble, with Earl Campbell
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I scramble your eggs boy
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Replace your arms with your motherfucking legs boy
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They call me Dexter, David Hester, Clyde Drexler
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MMA, you’s a wrestler
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[Hook] x 2
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My juice is 900 proof,
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Only message to the youth
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I’m reckless in the booth
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I don’t know why these suckers is fronting
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Like they ain’t running and ducking
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With my team start that bucking and fucking
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That’s what happen when you get something from nothing
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Any motherfuckers that wanna kick it done out in public
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No I’m g motherfucker and it’s good to be home
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And I say sorry for the wait but I was burning the throne
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It’s time to take shit, got no time for the hate bitch
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They talk shit, cause they ain’t shit
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It’s that rise of the ape shit,
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With no cesar, catch me rocking the pro
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Like I’m on that number 8 shit
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Niggas in the back wit their traps upon their hats
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And they guess they pack all black
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They’ll take your racks on racks on racks nigga
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Thank god the gangster’s back
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And we ain’t gotta put up with this brainless rap
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Oh my goodness, ong and I’m reckless in the booth
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And I ain’t never been less than the truth, motherfucker!
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Reckless in the Booth
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| Ice Cube |
