| They say they care about the man
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| Well, hey hey, here I stand
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| They say they care about the man
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| Hey, hey, here I stand
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| They say they care about the man
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| Well, hey hey, here I stand
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| They say they care about the man
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| Hey, here I stand
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| Old school like the Rams in California
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| New school like, «Why you back in California?»
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| Dues are paid off and I don’t flaunt the credit
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| All I want, what is rightfully mine with no edits
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| Old school, off the stairs to pull-ups
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| I’m a square to a pimp, but never when I pull up
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| Young Ruby Deezy, blowin' big treezy
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| Reppin' these locals, don’t trip, be easy
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| Make papers, no favors for you fuckin' haters
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| We off hiatus, to the show and tell 'em, «See you later»
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| Off the bench before the 6 wasn’t popular
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| I shock the drop and drove a Phantom to the opera
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| I keep my word, they never doubtin' all my promises
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| I drink for dolo, so the alcohol’s anonymous
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| I speak for dolo, I’ma always know what time it is
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| I got 'em locked in, I’m old school, Simon Says
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| I take their mind on a memory of Gregory Hines
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| I spit her just a little game, works every time
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| I take a note of every symbol seen in every sign
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| Sincerely Evidence, my fingerprints on every line
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| They say they care about the man
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| Well, hey hey, hey, here I stand
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| They say they care about the man
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| Hey, here I stand
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| They say they care about the man
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| Well, hey hey, here I stand
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| They say they care about the man
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| Hey, here I stand
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| I’m in this Rolls Royce wishing on a star
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| Buying Booker’s at the bar, giving muthafuckas BARS
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| New school like Tesla
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| This beat is like the key to the vault with all the treasures
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| I’m off the one, I hit the boom on every measure
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| Accumulate material, releasin' all the pressure
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| I’m not for rudeness, I’m strict off Smooth
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| Operator, Big Daddy Kane, cookin' up some new shit
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| Uh, we used to do it in the park
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| Like Bruce, can’t start a fire without a spark
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| This gun’s for hire, spit it to the metal through the wire
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| And tryin' to see if I can die before the day that I retire
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| Focused daily, coastal like Corpus Christi
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| Far Westy, I grew up in an ocean city
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| Bay city, godmothers feed 50
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| I get Tha Liks—Tash, J-Ro, E-Swifty
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| That’s all nifty, 130 proof whiskey
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| I mean bourbon, man, I’m just an alkie earnin'
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| Adult swimmin', fast cars and fast women
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| Another lap and we just passed in the beginning
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| They say they care about the man
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| Well, then, hey, here I stand
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| They say they care about the man
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| Hey, here I stand
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| They say they care about the man
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| Well, then, hey, here I stand
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| They say they care about the man
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| Hey, here I stand
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| You’re a rest haven for hoes
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| You’re a car thief, a car thief
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| That one you got out there is probably hot as a firecracker right now
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| It was 35,000 dollars, 35,000 dollars cash money
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| 35,000 dollars plus one, right?
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| The one I gave you
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| No, you gave me six, though, right? |
| I had it when it was six
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| And now 35,000 plus one plus six is seven
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| 35,000 dollars is seven, right? |
| Muthafucka, can you buy that? |