| Say L, hold these keys man
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| What kind of wheels is those brah
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| (man them boys got 20's dog, Lorenzos)
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| Man, I ain’t never seen shining like that
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| Say H.A.W.K, what y’all use to do fool
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| When you was growing up
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| I use to sit and watch the Flinstones, Gucci rolls and herringbones
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| Bezel sets and baguettes, while talking on my cell phone
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| From Bo-Bo's to Air Macs, low cars to horse backs
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| Hoopties to Cadillacs, water guns to chrome gats
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| Levis to Guess jeans, black and white to big screens
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| Six by nine to 18's, Bumsalack to sipping lean
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| Regals with white walls, 20 inch with screens fall
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| Michael Jackson off the wall, to MJG and 8Ball
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| Screw house to wrecking flows, to BET on videos
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| Zig-zags and yellow bags, to Glad sacks and optimos
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| Fist fight to gun play, sawed-offs to a.k.'s
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| Spitting flows at talent shows, as the H-A-W-K
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| Riding on the Metros, pushing a six double O
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| Smoking cess to endo, fill it up with petro
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| Fixing on my lego, let go of my ego
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| Get in with my little bro, getting up when the rooster blow
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| I remember Kangaroos and afro curls, always running after girls
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| Trying to sneak in Natural World, BB gun shooting at the squirrels
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| Candy red on tricycles, training wheels on bicycles
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| Sugar Daddy’s, Pixie Stix, peppermints and side pickles
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| Loaded toes and Scooby Doo, some of the things we use to do
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| Roller skate now roller blades, Ivy Leagues to holding fades
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| Blow-Pop rings and diamond things, herringbones to bezeltines
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| Cadillacs to limousines, ironing jeans to being clean
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| GI Joes to Tonka toys, eating Willy Wonka boy
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| Riding in my uncle’s car, wanting to become a star
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| Having dreams to be like Mike, hooping in my all black Nikes
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| Flying kites and shooting dice, sneaking in the movies twice
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| Staying up and watching Cops, walking outside in Michael socks
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| Being afraid of chicken pox, check my bowl on Magnavox
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| Running up and down my block, sweating cause the sun is hot
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| I use to ride the city bus, now I’m pulling Hummers out
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| I remember brothers getting dumped off, in ditches and bayous
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| Boys gave head jobs, and all I saw was hairdo’s
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| Pimps drove Lacs and dob hats, with chrome gats
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| Hustlers stack paper, with the players and macs
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| Police burns in the hood, because somebody just got jacked
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| Every girl I slam they call, I told em call me back
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| Haters got backhanded, because they were always talking smack
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| Instigators chit chat, and were known for spreading rumors
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| Ballers went from stabs, to buying more of consumers
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| I use to eat on tuna, now it’s shrimp and caviar
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| I use to be a virgin, now I have menage tois
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| I use to drink on soda, now I’m sipping mixed with bar
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| I use to stay in the ghetto, now I’m a ghetto superstar
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| I recall when I couldn’t rap, now my rap game’s up to par
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| From then to now it’s funny, Jabos to Armani
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| AP became a business man, that’s all about his money
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| Back in the days I was young, I’m not a kid anymore
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| But sometimes, I wish that I could be a kid again
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| I use to wear a swatch watch, now I only wear Movado
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| Went from bare foot on a bus, to holding keys to Monte Carlos
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| Now it’s a big body Expedition, showing my naked ass provado
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| Went from hood to all good, shh playing a game like huh brah
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| Backyard nickel and dime that, now boys be moving birds
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| Use to carry my knife special, now it’s gats and smoking sherm
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| Use to mix at house parties, freestyling to Whodini
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| Now I’m signing rappers to paid in full, eating shrimp and fetichini
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| Boy I use to ride big wheels, while wearing them Chuck Taylors
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| Now it’s Jordans, Air Macs, even pink-green gators
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| Use to be sneaking in Lover’s Land, or at the drive-in movies
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| Now it’s Tinsel Town or Motel 6, where this hoe can do me
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| Use to watch freestyle the man, or Rap City on BET
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| Now I star in sitcoms, movies and got my own video show on t.v., what
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| Should of seen it I was right there, when a problem jumped off
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| Rounds got dumped off, leaving niggas bumped off
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| Always trying to get the hook up, leaving your girl shook up
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| Women breaking my pager, phone line you can’t look up
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| We had ice on us, merchandise on us
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| Busting at other hoods, when they had a price on us
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| Listening to flow tapes, people saying rewind it
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| Pulling out my piece, and bystanders get blinded
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| From winter to summer time, there wasn’t no leaving our block
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| When the laws made it hot, we was freezing our block
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| Man we got enough money, to make my neck look pretty
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| Cause we done made enough money, to make my check look pretty
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| Rapping at talent shows, saying phrase too frequent though
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| Niggas talk about Fasachi, we roll that in Regal though
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| Seein niggas Redd capping on, the comedy bout my chaperone
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| My dress code is casual, but all of a sudden I’m valuable
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| (*talking*) |