[Intro: Raekwon]
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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah nigga
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That's all yall niggas talk about all fucking day man
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The whips man, Fucking cars and all that shit
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Fucking vehicles and shit man
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We been swing'n and all these niggas need to cut it out man
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Cause yall niggas is babies man
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[Raekwon]
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Remember the Four Runner's, Corsica's, Back with the gold cunnions
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Maxima yep, Stances, Audis with sick vances
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Datsun's, Corolla's, All of the oldies yo
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Riding through the city, Jetta's and Volvo's
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Crestas' was for the extra terrestrial
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Alpha Romeo's, Yeah the Wrangler's and Lexus'
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Pinto's, Geo's, Suzuki's was the truth yo
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Making them up town trips, Cops'll shoot you though
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Benz's, Five-sixties', Gallant's and the fly Rivies
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Rivera's look grisly huh
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You know we come through, Something mean under the sun roof
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I blow a blunt, Poof, Shorty singing I'm Koof
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Yeah the Sterling, The Grand Am's
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The Lincoln with the crab amps
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Made me mad, In the Blazer we all crampted
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Six deep, Four bags of cheeba, A crisp beat
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All I need to show you now is a sick Jeep
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[AZ]
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Eighty-four mopeds, Blue and white Pro-Keds
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Just started puff'n, Got instructions for an old head
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Co-ved, Wally rock'n niggas tryna grow dreads
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Back in the bush, Church Ave. on the juxs
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Shell toes, Black and white, No laces in em
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Pat U-edition had his whole face in em
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Straight leg denims, Taylor made shit
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Kareem Laker colors, Low cut suede tip
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Stay dipped, Stan Smith lay sick
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Two-toned colors, Put the taps on the rubber
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Puma rock'n nigga, Fuck a womber I was bigger
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See a bitch in seconds an assumed that I could rip her
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None hipper, Copped kicks with the zippers
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The Fila's arrived, It was Levi's and high
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In V Tracks I was simply the mack
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Everything I snatched had to match with the hat
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Reebok rocker, Whole crew couldn't knock us
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Fuck who, Only thing to do was just glock us
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Valley Competitions and the Jordan's hit stores
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I'm sitting reminiscing, T. La Rock it's yours
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Now fast forward time nigga still on the grind
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Haters everywhere, Nigga still gotta shine
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Gucci's all kinds, Switch em up for the weather
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Louis' in lime, Only do it for the pleasure
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Come fresher, From the tech on the dresser
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Fifth in the waist, Still crys'd and I'm laced
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[Outro: AZ]
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Niggas, And I do it for real you dig
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You know, I still rock the Gor-Tex and Tim's when necessary
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Other then that, Bogary low cuts the minimum
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Or I do the Italian Classic Olympic cut Gucci's
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Three quarters, You bum ass niggas
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Whips And Kicks
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Raekwon |