[Intro]
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Google me bitch
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I told her, won'tcha Google me bitch
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Ha ha, ah won'tcha
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Ah won'tcha Google me bitch, yeah
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I told her, won'tcha Google me bitch
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Try to Google me bitch, listen
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[Chorus 1]
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I ain't ghetto, don't you know, I'm urbanian
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Fuck with the kid, and I'll turn, into Damian
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Google me bitch, wanna know, what my name is
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Don't even ask, stupid ass, am I famous
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[Ice Cube]
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(Are you famous?) My resume is heaven's way
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of tellin y'all that God will make a way
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I rock a motherfuckin mic 'til the break of day
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Darrell Dawkins flow, y'all need to make a breakaway
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Microphone fiend with that guillotine killer team
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You motherfuckers won't amount to a hill of beans
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When I ride by, well over 35
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Y'all still run and hide, scared of a driveby
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[Chorus 2]
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I ain't ghetto, don't you know, I'm urbanian
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Google me bitch, wanna know, what my name is
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I ain't ghetto, don't you know, I'm urbanian
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Google me bitch, wanna know, if I'm famous
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Google me bitch, ah won'tcha
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Ah won'tcha Google me bitch, ah won'tcha
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Ah won'tcha Google me bitch, I told her
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Won'tcha Google me bitch, try to Google me this
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[Ice Cube]
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I'm urban, and ordained
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Your little ass is kind of churban, and propane
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Your little flame is like a flicker
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And my bang, is off the motherfuckin Richter
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I'm hard liquor
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Cirrohsis of the liver
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Black lung is what I deliver
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That's what you get, if you ever try to smoke the nigga
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Don't provoke a nigga, I'm from that urban community
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Lookin for some unity, fuckin you and me
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I only bang shit true to me
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With iced out jewelry, what can they do to me?
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Nothin, I only bang shit true to me
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With iced out jewelry, what can they do to me?
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[Chorus 2]
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Urbanian
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Ice Cube |