(feat. Phonte)
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[Intro/Break - Royce Da 5'9"]
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This is a little something to ride to
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Kick back and just catch a vibe to
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I pop me a pill, I drink me another drink, if I was you
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[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
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I got the flyest arsenal
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Clip filled to capacity, you can call me the fire marshal
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I'm ape with shit, I'm on my gorilla thing, thing
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Me and Preme, you can call us the guillotine team
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We chop off heads, pop off lead
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If it pops off, we spendin that rock star bread
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We doin numbers like the box office
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Nigga you ain't tryin to box, then stop talkin
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I got niggaz from Watts to Boston
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From New York to the Chi to Austin
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So even if my eyes is off ya, other eyes is on ya
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That belongs to them killers that's gon' ride up on ya, bong (bong)
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It's gasoline in my tongue, Patron in my kidneys, weed in my lungs
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Trigger on my index finger, handle in my palm is ringin my animal alarm
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My mind is on Hannibal Lec', demand the respect
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I'm takin your life unless you hand me a check
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[Chorus - Phonte (Royce Da 5'9")]
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I've been around, seen some things, sexed a lot of girls
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I did my time but in my mind, I'm still thinkin it's my world (woo-ooo)
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(I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit, I'm the truest
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(woo-ooo)
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Now tell me who this sick and you can swallow everything that's comin
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through this dick)
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[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9"]
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Reignin King of the boom bap
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Bomb strapped to my chest askin "where ya goons at?"
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I'm old school like a StarTek
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On a voyage like Star Trek
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Me unemployed is far fetched
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I'm hot, I got corduroy flow
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You can picture but can't shake it, the Polaroid show
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I book niggaz for shows and put niggaz in comas
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So I hope that you niggaz is roamers
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'Cause my niggaz is Ryders like Winona
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But we just tryin to have a "Good Time" like Willona
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I'm a zoner, all I do is zone out like a stoner
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As far away as Estonia
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I'm a sucker for a good suckin
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So tell ya bitch that's it's best if she investin with this good luckin
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Mami would you rather fly over niggaz heads or keep your ass in the
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hood duckin?
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9"]
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Pardon my French, talk English
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Steal your job, the discount is the five fingers
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That's why Preme is the head not King
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My drive's on my toes, I got my Bedrock swing
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"Street Hop" is a culture
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I rock with the vultures to make bread with the opposite toaster
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I'm Py-reckless, I'm kitchen, equip sickenin
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And my neckless is glistenin, it's expensive
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So don't mention your ice whenever you mention my rhymes (why?)
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'Cause my pencil is priceless
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So what you runnin for?
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Nigga I'm comin for you, if I'm the hyphen, then you the underscore
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True and I'm lawless packin
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I ain't no designer but I got a flawless jacket, whoa
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After (Boom), this afternoon
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It's night, night, when me and Preme come back for more
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[Chorus]
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[Break]
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Something 2 Ride 2
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Royce Da 5'9'' |