| Chill
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| We could just smoke
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| We could just chill, we could just smoke
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| You know!
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Uh
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| Get your fine ass in that water, baby
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| Don’t get all bougie, don’t get all crazy
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| Roll that doobie, but don’t get lazy
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| Show them boobies, you sexy ladies
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| I get it, I get it, it’s Monday
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| Whoa, get it together one day, but why wait five days for Friday don’t worry
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| 'bout my name
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| I’m the motherfucking man
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| Nigga, you should ask around, South Central the town
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| Home school, it be Crenshaw
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| To my blood niggas, nothing against ya’ll
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| I got love for you all, but no love for the broads
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| So if I am in your plans, hope my dick is involved
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| Come on
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| Sexing us all, but she waiting on a ring like she expecting a call
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| I’m setting the bar
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| Hating niggas like «He the man forreal?»
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| Silly motherfucker, doesn’t cancer kill?
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| How is that for real?
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| Sit back and chill, Cody Macc is here
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| I’m trying to make it rain in that sunny weather
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| Trying to get more change than Armageddon
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| Picky now-a-days, if you ugly, Uh-uh
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| I like older hoes, 'cause they fuck me better
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| It’s Cozz, nigga
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| That’s C-O-Z-Z, Mr. Always-Holding-40-OZ
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| Or a OZ of the OG Kush hash push that ones back, just that, fuck crack
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| What’s that? |
| You don’t understand what I’m trying to say?
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| I’m first place, runner-up about a mile away
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| How this nigga got side hoes?
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| And he ain’t even got no main
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| Nigga
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| 'Cause I’m the man, you should ask around
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| I’m the motherfucking man, you should ask around
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| I’m the motherfucking man, you should ask around
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| Niggas scared to get on tracks, 'cause I lays it down
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| Man, you should ask around
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| I’m the motherfucking man, you should ask around
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| Niggas scared to get on tracks, 'cause I lays it down
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| 'Cause I’m the motherfucking-
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| I’m the motherfucking man!
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| (Yeah, Uh)
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| Spazzin have some
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| About to have a asthma attack
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| Well, half is that
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| Then the other half is both my hash, in fact
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| Bumping Acid Rap, I tries to Cadillac
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| Never understood why cats had to rat
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| I had the Explorer, I had to trash that shit, never got ass in that
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| Grade-A grass, homie pass it back
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| It’s a $ 5 minimum, 3, but you hit it once
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| Tired of the ignorance, that’s why I feel kin to rip
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| Mass of the innocents, citizen giving kids sweet lines
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| Cinnamon sedatives interested in women ready to get it in
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| I ain’t stupid, I really do this
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| I wouldn’t fuck with music if I found it useless
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| Already confident the 40 boost it
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| I found a flow that can make you lose it
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| Soulful Ruger put the bullets through ya, lyrically shoot ya
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| And if I lose it, I’ll grab Mama’s gun and Erykah Badu ya
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| Hip-hop's savior, slash, intruder
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| Niggas act like they knew ya, as soon as your loot up
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| Nigga got tux, but never do suit up
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| Smoking weed and acting a fool never really bothered me
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| I just wish that my moms could see that…
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| 'Cause I’m the man, you should ask around
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| I’m the motherfucking man, you should ask around
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| I’m the motherfucking man, you should ask around
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| Niggas scared to get on tracks, 'Cause I lays it down
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| Man, you should ask around
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| I’m the motherfucking man, you should ask around
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| Niggas scared to get on tracks, 'cause I lays it down
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| 'Cause I’m the motherfucking-
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| I’m the motherfucking man!
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| Ask around
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| Motherfucking man, nigga ask around
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| It’s the motherfucking man, nigga ask around
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| Holla at your nigga, man I’ll be in town
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| Motherfucking man, nigga ask around
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| Ha, yeah
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| Ask around |