| Just about ready to do that thing
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| Just about ready to do that thing
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| Just about ready to do that thing
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| Just about ready to do that thing
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| It’s the beat bumping, late night 4 AM
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| Freeway anthem, full tank of gas
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| Pass others up, now alone on the road and keep goin
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| It’s how I feel on the steel when I start flowin'
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| Verbs not slowin', They showin' the P can get better
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| In fact I ran a beat on track for varsity letter
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| Earn, burn acetates, cold rockin' the shows
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| Make Latinos slam down the dominoes
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| Double K’ll pose a threat to all you '05 pros
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| To represent the land west where the sunset grows
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| (if you go like I go) Then you best to move faster
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| Cause we been rockin' since the days of black scratch masters
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| Now it’s all in different colors, yo that’s cool to me
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| Minority if y’all can still get down with the P
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| Who didn’t make a beat gay for radio play so you could feel it
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| You in Walmart and see our CD, then you should steal it
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| You could deal it on the corner with a sack and a brew
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| (I'm gonna go down) We do the do
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| Act dumb, drink beers with bums, dig through the crates
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| Lookin' for plates and crusty girls with static that jam
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| Like the rusty semi-automatic weight in your hand
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| Spread gold 'cross the land like Midas owning a farm
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| Thes One put the arthritis in your tone-arm when I’m
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| Just about ready to do that thing
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| Just about ready to do that thing
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| Just about ready to do that thing
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| Just about ready to do that thing
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| The backseat and I’m wise guy
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| Trouble we brew up, real slow
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| The baselines is tough like three flies
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| It used to be three guys, but now it’s only two
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| Rollin' up and down the coast
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| The funk’ll have you comatose
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| You probably seen us on stage or wildin' at a discotec
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| Up and down, any form of fast we love to catch rep
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| And I’mma put that on my drunk drivin' homie cool Mike
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| At any time cause my rhyme and wind’ll good bind
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| It’s like vodka and Nyquil, a dizzy overkill
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| The vibe’ll put you in shock
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| Like quick set, we got it lock-d down
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| US bound like the players in '74
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| I know you paid at the door but we bout to give you more
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| Cause we rich in flavor, plus we ya saviors
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| Of ordinary underground rap music, (Word)
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| It’s time to lose it and your bitty come to kick it with the duo
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| It ain’t ______ ________ _______ for the two brothers that you know
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| Who stay solid gold, moving ya in the air
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| Everybody in the house give it up for the strange pair
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| We from beachy to bike, word you know that’s right
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| Ayo Thes, pack up the records, lock it up for the night
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| I would say that I’m out, but there’s a song after this
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| So uh, I’ll see you later |