| Oh oh, oh la la
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| Oh oh, oh la la
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| Oh oh, oh la la
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| Oh oh, oh la la
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| Everywhere we go, we hold it down
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| King of my city but, no, I don’t need no crown
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| Neighbors bitching, telling us to turn it down
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| So we just turn it up, turn it up, turn it up real loud
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| For the town
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| Everywhere we go, we hold it down
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| King of my city but, no, I don’t need no crown
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| Neighbors bitching, telling us to turn it down
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| So we just turn it up, turn it up, turn it up real loud
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| For the town, hey
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| Shit’s heavy like an O. E, rest in peace to Doe B
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| You ask me, the game chose me
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| Got no fucking money, had to make these labels owe me
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| Backpack to a packed club, manager need a back rub
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| Damn, homie going hard all week
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| Phone ringing, 4am, a bro getting no sleep
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| West coast time, no co-sign
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| No slow grind when they say it’s go time
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| We gonna hit em on that We Go shit
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| The success enough to get you on some emo shit
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| Some Gambino shit
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| Sipping champaine chased with some vino shit
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| '09 I was going to go ahead and leave this shit
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| Drop the ball on some goddamn Marino shit
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| Best believe that shit
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| Killin' shit with no misdemean'
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| In the studio talking about Vince McMahon
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| Don’t smoke weed or watch basketball
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| So talking with rappers get interesting
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| Psychiatrist say I lost it
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| Trying to rule the world on some motherfucking Nas shit
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| Do a turn up record then I switch it back to conscious
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| Yeah, a bro got options, check the way I drop this
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| Everywhere we go, we hold it down
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| King of my city but, no, I don’t need no crown
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| Neighbors bitching, telling us to turn it down
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| So we just turn it up, turn it up, turn it up real loud
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| For the town
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| Everywhere we go, we hold it down
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| King of my city but, no, I don’t need no crown
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| Neighbors bitching, telling us to turn it down
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| So we just turn it up, turn it up, turn it up real loud
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| For the town, hey
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| One long day to one long dream
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| Taking out a record like I’m taking out my laundry
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| Way we running shit, you’d think I just signed up for Condi
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| By the time you catch up, check it, we already gone see (vroom vroom)
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| Baby, I done grew up on that Mobb Deep
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| So my first record kinda came off little off beat
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| Went to get a tatty on my neck my Mommah stop me
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| Thank God, Mommah, you the shit
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| Touring like a fuckin' insomniac
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| I give it 100% with every song I rap
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| You don’t like my shit, that’s alright and shit
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| Go make a YouTube account and go write some shit
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| Dude, Vancouver made me this music bread me
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| I’ma raise the bar before I break the levy
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| You can ask any muhflucka out who met me, I’m nice
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| Fuckin' right
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| Neighbors bitchin' cuz the beats are loud (Hey!)
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| Stick his head out the window
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| «Can you keep it down?» |
| (Turn that shit down!)
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| I just turn it up, I guess we ain’t speaking now
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| But at least I ain’t seeing no police around
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| I’m grindin, shining like a diamond
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| I ain’t really stopping 'til my record going diamond
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| I just rhymed that rhyme twice, damn it, I’m wilding
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| I should probably put this here chorus on consignment, like
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| Everywhere we go, we hold it down
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| King of my city but, no, I don’t need no crown
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| Neighbors bitching, telling us to turn it down
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| So we just turn it up, turn it up, turn it up real loud
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| For the town
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| Everywhere we go, we hold it down
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| King of my city but, no, I don’t need no crown
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| Neighbors bitching, telling us to turn it down
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| So we just turn it up, turn it up, turn it up real loud
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| For the town, hey
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| Extra, extra, read all about this shit going down
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| I turn one long day to one long dream
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| Now I don’t hear a sound, don’t hear a sound
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| Yeah, yeah, it’s going down
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| Yeah, yeah, it’s for the town
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| Everywhere we go, we hold it down
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| King of my city but, no, I don’t need no crown
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| Neighbors bitching, telling us to turn it down
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| So we just turn it up, turn it up, turn it up real loud
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| For the town
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| Everywhere we go, we hold it down
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| King of my city but, no, I don’t need no crown
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| Neighbors bitching, telling us to turn it down
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| So we just turn it up, turn it up, turn it up real loud
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| For the town, hey |