| It’s that L to the I to the Z Z O
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| Ain’t got no time for the C3P0, wookie
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| Never knock nookie, but I’d rather stack cookies
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| Looking at the sunset the color of Snookie
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| Woman of the year, huzzah huzzah huzzah, give her three cheers
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| Killin' everyone up in the coven, witch
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| Cuttin' all these niggas, better sew up, stitch
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| Will Smithin' these hoes, you know how it works
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| Punch a nigga out and say «Welcome to Earth»
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| I drop a mil, take off a scarf
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| Locs on my face like «I make this look good», ugh!
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| Capitalize your capital with a capital G
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| Giving out my secrets, man, ya’ll better pay me
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| Sucky people marry suckers and they suck
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| Then they have sucky kids, they grow up, then what?
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| They attend all the sucky universities
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| And take our money like it grows on trees
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| Siphon to the authorities then get confused when we
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| Conglomerate to the inner cities
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| Perched on streets, being super sketchy
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| Skid marks on their knees, their hands in their pockets
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| They walking by real fast in case we got that rocket
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| BOOM! |
| Slam the door to they apartment
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| That sucky wife is pregnant with another sucka ass kid
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| I’m askin' «When will it end?», waiting on that meteor shower
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| To rain down and bring all these suck niggas to they final hour
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| Don’t tell us to slow it down, we won’t listen
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| We’re twenty-somethings and it’s 20-something
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| Greenrooms, drugs and liquor and hip hop
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| We’re twenty-somethings and it’s 20-something
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| Rumors that world gon' end don’t faze me
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| I’mma get faded, I’mma get faded |