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Hahaha, yo, yo, yo, yoYou never met a nigga like meYo yo, have you ever seen a little dudeWho be doing what I do?Uh huh, yo whoo!Let's get at it dog, whoo!Now what goes up, must come down (shiiett)But we ain't coming down, it be them same ole' clownsAiming your pound pretending they proudBut when you leave town they go around they running they mouth (maaann)They something like a hater manTalking bad about a playa as if I'm not gon see ya later manYou constantly frontin until you confronted onIf you don't like whats going on gwoin to another songCause I keep a hater guiltyMy cars and my money all alike man, both them filthy (get it?)From skimpy and empty to fuel on fullSee I be high when my car go BullsObey no rules to school you foolsSchoolboy's err'y where, we're Young Dude news (maann)St. Louis like Louis D. Miles and Larry HughesSongtexteAnd the Young Dude done paid young dudes' dues dudeBut yo, what da hook gon' be (Uh oh!)See I don't need no fucking hook on this beat (Shiieet)All I need, is the track in the backgroundMy headphones loud, keep the blunt goin 'round and I'ma ripBut yo, what da hook gon' be (Uh oh!)See I don't need no fucking hook on this beat (Shiieet)All I need, is the track in the backgroundMy headphones loud, keep the blunt goin 'round and I'ma ripThe sun'll come out.. tomorrowAnd I will never have to borrowGot my first car when I turned sixteenOnly drove it home outta town limosinesPlus we was broke wit a deal but nobody could tellSo we did what we had to do for "Country Grammar" to sellHaha, I stay on my own melodiesPlus I like my Booties and my Boobs like a capital letter 'B'That's how it is, how it better beI preferably rather have two or three girls in the bed wit meClose your errs [ears] ma you ain't heard nothin (whaa?)I always pay ma let a brother hold somethinI'm basically coming from nothing to somethingWhen I say nothing meaning pocket full of lint and buttons(We all we got!) Used to be creative on Halloween (how you gon?)Stop a hotter teen went from nada to a lot of thingsBut yo, what da hook gon' be (Uh oh!)See I don't need no fucking hook on this beat (Shiieet)All I need, is the track in the backgroundMy headphones loud, keep the blunt goin 'round and I'ma ripPeople always saying man it must be niceNo hi no nothing not a simple house lifeUnderstand the money's good but I'm still from the hoodSo don't be asking for no "inch" be expecting the "foot"Unless you want a foot (whoo!)I know a few crooks that can place you where you need to be putAnd it might not cost me playaGot a Benz pepper interior, paint salty playaAnd we all push it, but me I push it real goodBrains blown out, chromed out, wheel real woodCatch me on your local derrtyOr in the studio doing vocals derrtyI'm the same dude that came through wit my crewLet the girls do me while you do youAnd um, all I need is JD beat to be bangingAnd I'll come up wit these verses that I'm usually slangingI be ripping manBut yo, what da hook gon' be (Uh oh!)See I don't need no fucking hook on this beat (Shiieet)All I need, is the track in the backgroundMy headphones loud, keep the blunt goin 'round and I'ma rip
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"R.I. P [DVD]" as written by John Robert Freshwater, David John James, Christine Elizabeth Mary Wade, Nicholas Ian Wade
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