[Intro - DJ Paul]
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Yeah... Hypnotize Minds... Project Pat... we
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just want y'all to dance wit' us man y'all know what it is...
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It's goin' down
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[Bridge - DJ Paul]
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Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it, motorcycle wit' it, wit' it
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Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it, motorcycle wit' it, wit' it
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From the back wit' it, wit' it, from the back wit' it, wit' it
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From the back wit' it, wit' it, Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it whaaat!
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[Chorus - DJ Paul]
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Yeah I'm ridin' high off the ground (off the ground)
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I'm ridin' so high off the ground (off the ground)
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I got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)
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Got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)
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Yeah I'm ridin' high off the ground (off the ground)
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I'm ridin' so high off the ground (off the ground)
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I got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)
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Got dogs barkin' out the ass (out the ass)
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[Verse 1]
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I'm Tenn-o-see, Henn-o-ssey, ridin' in my Im-pala
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When I flex, in ya face, I'mma make, dogs holler
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7-6, Cut-a-lass, clean like the clap dock
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Eyes gon' swell, to the max, when you see these screens drop
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Non-stop, mouths drop, rims big, like the rangs
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Put 'em on, any girl, say, we can do some thangs
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Lookin' down, on you clowns, Project sittin', sideways
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Haters look, had a frown, pullin' out the driveways
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I stay, hangin' at these dust-bunnies, countin' money
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Old school, twenty-fo's, wit' the Lamborghini doors
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Sucker knows, how we floss, don't you come, wit' no static
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If you got a problem wit' it, talk, to that automatic
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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Fresh up out the paint shop, wetter than a rain drop
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I got 'em lookin' hard, lookin' lookin', real hard
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A nigga still mob, niggaz out here still rob
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That's why I keep my killers close, wit' that thang cocked
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I keep the brais blowed out, in a hard top
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It's so much wood in my ride, they call me tree top
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Now I ain't ridin' Phantom but I tell ya what I'm in
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A '85 Box Chevy on some Phantom rims
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Them fifteen's got my trunk like a earthquake
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I'm ridin' through the hood mayne it make the earth shake
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You average rim riders, y'all can gon', hit the benches
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I'm 'bout to cut my fenders down and add some mo' inches
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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See the streets packin' heat, wit' these young killers and 'caine heads
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Blow snorters that drain lead, wet smokers who brain dead
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Gun toters who pop cone, ride Caddy and slang stone
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Get paper and ride chrome, pull capers invade homes
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Tryna hustle for rich-es, ride twenty six-es
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Hard for us to quit, 'cause dope sellin' addictive
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Sold my Chevy dog, and I flipped, to a Cutty
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Pearly pearl on that girl wit' the guts, peanut butter
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Dogs howlin' like a wolf, when I ride, in the wind
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Out here stuntin', actin' bad 'cause I'm fresh, out the pen
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Niggaz blowin' on that kush weed, that's that good weed
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Frosty hairs on that green green and wit' no seeds
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge - DJ Paul x2]
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[music to fade]
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High Off The Ground
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Project Pat |