| We gon' take it to the streets now
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| C.L. |
| Smooth
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| Back harder than ever
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| I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
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| A come from nothin' at all, I’m more than I can handle
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| And pass through it flyin' colors, in the back page article
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| To see my face grace them covers
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| You see the birth of a real gangsta, taste and smell it
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| Flip and sell it and live it to tell it
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| This is my theme music to enter, squeeze 'til I’m empty
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| C.L. |
| pop on out, crowd in a frenzy
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| I harness that energy, and bring it through them sets
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| Where they rally spendin' some paper, lik who’s on the Mets
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| This is franchise taggin', when I switch the shoes on the wagon
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| See me cruise through the block slow, laughin'
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| Blickies on cot, runnin' 'round here thinkin' they can bite me
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| I’m the man that you be takin' too lightly
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| And not afraid to get filthy, you22 fail to recognize
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| How they built me, 'til the judge say, «Corey Penn, not guilty»
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| Put your hands up
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| Put your hands up
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| Put your hands up
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| High, high, high, high
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| There comes a time when you fake it, you cannot mistake it
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| C.L.'ll hurt somethin', you ain’t heard nothin'
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| I could bang 'em out stuntin', or lay up in the cut
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| And pick the brains of some ol' heads on who got what
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| I need no introductions, if all I got is soldiers in the street
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| Waitin' for instructions, I’m pressin' buttons
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| While my comeback is so climatic
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| It always keep them ladies on a track like it’s Danica Patrick
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| Automatic the six-shooter, dependin' on how dirty I do ya
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| We can go around you or come through ya
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| Have no respect, let 'em see me step to my biz
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| You know what it is, my broads say, «They just kids»
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| But whatever, better get ya little act together
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| Can’t stand heat you’ll crack under pressure
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| Here’s the truth, when all I really show is the proof
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| Is why C.L. |
| just come through and raise the roof, listen
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| Put your hands up
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| Put your hands up
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| Put your hands up
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| High, high, high, high
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| Smoke in the air, guerillas in the mist
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| Same time you watch house money, dangle from my wrist
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| All I got is action and murder, and plots you can’t solve
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| When it comes to family business, you don’t get invovled
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| Haters say I’m chasin' the past, say it won’t last
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| But on the low, you know they know, I got the game on smash
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| Burn blocks down and post up the most wanted
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| All I do is feel up straight dimes and peel hun’eds
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| What a life, huh? |
| I’m set, the maintain the fact
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| Or catch a bad decision you will soon live to regret
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| 'Cause I’m not here to fit in, I’m here to get right in
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| This is a takeover, rap needs a makeover
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| A new President, the same time tear your face off
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| But still know how to take it with intelligence
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| C.L. |
| in the spot, the fans give it all they got
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| I start from the bottom and rise to the top, come on
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| Put your hands up
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| Put your hands up
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| Put your hands up
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| High, high, high, high |