| How many trains will make that, yo
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| Where you can hear a nigga lurking on the street
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| My nigga, like boom, boom, boom
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| I’m working on my third, you see
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| And you still learning about the birds and the bees
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| My nigga, you knew, knew, knew
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| We be up all night, just murdering beats
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| And had the landlord knocking like a burglary
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| Like boom, boom, boom
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| They’ll bump a nigga 'round the world, you see
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| And tell me which of you motherfuckers haven’t heard of me
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| Tell me like who, who, who
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| Started making a name and now they knockin' it
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| Fuck the city up whenever we droppin' shit
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| Created a sound, they started jockin' it
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| Don’t put on for the scene, 'cause we not in it
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| I’m not tryna make a scene
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| But is it still a scene if it’s not heard or seen?
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| Don’t worry about us, nigga, worry about your team
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| Tryna get this cream 'cause they say cash rules
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| And you know all of Parker’s beats are cashews
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| Ain’t nothin' but a thang, put bass in your…
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| Put bass in your voice if you’re gonna speak my name
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| Damn near 30, grown ass nigga
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| We a dynasty, word to Jigga
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| Rockin' and I’m rollin', drive it like it’s stolen
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| No sick calls, bro, I always go in
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| Still bumping Jill, nigga, life is golden
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| Yo, how many trains will make that, yo
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| Where you can hear a nigga lurking on the street
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| My nigga, like boom, boom, boom
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| I’m working on my third, you see
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| You still learning about the birds and the bees
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| My nigga, you knew, knew, knew
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| We be up all night, just murdering beats
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| And had the landlord knocking like a burglary
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| Like boom, boom, boom
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| They’ll bump a nigga 'round the world, you see
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| And tell me which of you motherfuckers haven’t heard of me
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| Tell me like who, who, who
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| See, me, I ain’t fuckin' with none of that chit-chat
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| That he-say, she- say shit about this cat
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| That «Well, I ain’t heard he had», nigga, just get back
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| That old, white nigga saying, «See, I don’t do the rap
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| Thing, but I can actually understand you, I dig that
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| And you ain’t talking 'bout all the guns and you flip crack»
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| Well, listen up, Baxter, well, see, I get that
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| But we won’t agree on as much as you think, Jack
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| And then we got the old heads going
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| «What's up with the ghost-writing thing, my nigga? |
| I don’t get that
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| See, back in my day, you had to write and spit raps»
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| Isn’t Ice Cube writing 6−4 a known fact?
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| They even put it in a movie, nigga, explain that
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| That’s no shade, they ain’t even try go and change that
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| And here we go back again with all that chit-chat
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| The he-say, she-say, nigga, just spit raps
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| Yo, how many trains will make that, yo
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| Where you can hear a nigga lurking on the street
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| My nigga, like boom, boom, boom
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| I’m working on my third, you see
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| You still learning about the birds and the bees
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| My nigga, you knew, knew, knew
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| We be up all night, just murdering beats
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| And had the landlord knocking like a burglary
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| Like boom, boom, boom
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| They’ll bump a nigga 'round the world, you see
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| And tell me which of you motherfuckers haven’t heard of me
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| Tell me like who, who, who |