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Hey, hey (Yeah) Hey (Warm Up, Warm Up) Uh (Warm Up, Warm Up) Hip-Hop game, haha Warm Up, yeah Ay bring them drums in Hip-Hop game nigga Ay, Warm Up Got a dolla and a dream Just watch nigga Warm Up! Yeah, hey! Hey, I'm just a Carolina nigga goin' hard for the 'Ville I ain't seen six figures but I feel like a mill' Cause I'm fresh up off the deal, will I chill? Never that! I'm the hottest nigga out and you could tell the devil that Got that crack! Went from pebble to that Roc, pedal that So much bass, I mean niggas can't tell where the trouble at On the track, niggas can't keep up, they look, they trailin' back Now they bustas couldn't catch up even if I pedal back Won't lose, bet on that! I'll be in debt forever Plus whatever Jigga say, I'm hot That's like the Pac off, ghetto black Now these industry niggas like damn, "Jay said all that? " Same niggas could've signed me, now they gon regret all that SongtexteBet on that! Bitch, this my beat, look how I get on that shit I'm on it like I own it cus I sewn it Needle and thread, hip-hop peers know them drums express youself Aye look, I tried to school these niggas, they need extra help I mean they just don't get the message dawg, no test could help And now I'm on some 'fuck you niggas', go molest yourself I'm tryna ball til I fall, catch myself, then ball again Fall to the floor, dust myself, do it all again Part of him, sick nigga, never been a bitch nigga Spit it for them ones like me who never been a rich nigga Had to dream to make a team and get up off the bench nigga You fuckin' with me, your eyes is slimma then a stick figure, Get bigga nigga Hey, blood, sweat and tears, I paid my price Hey, so come and get this good game Aye you should come and get this good game Hey, hey I pray for days and nights I gave my life Hey, so you can come and get this good game Think you should come and get this good game Hey heeyy Yeah I'm just a down south nigga, lil' east coast flow From the concrete jungle where the trees don't grow From the 'Ville, where the motherfuckin' streets so cold Nigga I could show you streets where police won't go We just tryna get a piece, my nigga we so po' Why you lookin' at him, wonderin' why he sold dope Or why she smoke crack? Or why he tot gats? Gotta stay up on your toes cus if your feet both flat A nigga heat gon' clap, your heartbeat go flat The Lord giveth and he taketh, while he repo that They don't quiver, they don't shake, man they just reload gats So much beef for a nigga to have a feast on that Now a nigga like myself ain't had to keep no gats But nowadays mo'fuckers is weak, won't scrap So them OG's tell a nigga, "Please, roll strapped" It's fucked up a nigga man it be's like that It be's like that (Hey) and it be's like that (Hey) Them boys from the 'Ville and yeah it be's like that Hey, blood, sweat and tears, I paid my price (Yeah, J. Cole nigga) Hey, so come and get this good game (Shut me out man, shout out to Hip-Hop game) Aye you should come and get this good game (Uh uh uh uh, the Warm Up) Hey, hey I pray for days and nights I gave my life (Shout out to my nigga Elite and that's me on the beat, yeah) Hey, so you can come and get this good game (Look out for, for that Warm Up!) Think you should come and get this good game (Watch out for, for that Warm Up!) Hey heeyy (And I'm out) Hey heeyy (Bitch) Hey heeyy Hey heeyy Hey heeyy Aus Songtexte Mania