Tonalité : G# minor
Verse 1
Cam back in the building,
this right here is called the Cake Off,
and that's what we do, we Cake Off,
Cake -a -holics, 24 hours a day,
get that cake, J .R., let's go,
one time, Killer Dipset.
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Cheer, J .R. Writer, Dipset, nigga,
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let's do it. I'm bowed to him rappin',
bowed to the captain,
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can't quench, just think,
from out of Manhattan,
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got these haters on a strip test,
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poutin' and askin', like, God damn,
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How did we allow this to happen?
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I'm laughing, houses destachin',
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sackin', clappin'
I'm like a gem,
twin towers collapsin'
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Spouses, I mack them, tap them, bag them
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I don't mean a gun
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when I say a mouse on my magnum
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I'm past the Grammy,
past the Grammy
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I'ma head it out the park
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like that's a whammy
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Might run up in your crib with
a Mac and Handy
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Snatch up Andy Brandy
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and smash your nanny
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Kidnap your family
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Tell your kids get in the car
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Here, look, have some candy
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You cats just angry
I'm something to handle
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Something you're handy?
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Nah, nothing you can't do
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My gunning has slaint you
You'll come an example
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Next day your moms will need
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Hundreds of candies
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Flowers, po etry
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Pals are rosaries, no masks,
so you little cowards know it's me
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To all my block cuddas, huggas,
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to all my rock cuddas, cuddas
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To all my block sluggas, sluggas,
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to all the pop guttas, guttas
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Flip your weight dawg, eight balls,
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race on, race cars
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O's, G's, make chores, hate chores
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To all my bitches switchin',
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to all my bitches strippin', strippin'
To all my bitches trippin',
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hit the kitchen, get the whippin'
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To all the gold diggers,
road giddins, hoe diggers
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Dope Trigga, Dope Trigga,
make yours kick off
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Uh, yeah, uh -huh
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I'm too nice, too hot,
dude, stop there
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Why you kept frontin' like
you do not hear?
Bought my B .I. since B .I. in Tupac, yeah
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Them niggas sellin' records,
I do not care
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I move rocks, where?
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Through spots, there and here
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Over there with U .O .C.'s flair
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It's time the real rappers eat
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Y 'all still actin' sweet
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Your time's up, why you think
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you're still at your peak?
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No, I built this off battles on the block
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Cyphers, knights just rattling the glock
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Moved weight across seas
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while you babble to the cops
I ain't got to be on the court
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to travel with the rocks
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Skedaddle with it, I deal her hard,
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a hard dealer
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Ain't coming dealing her hard,
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I'm a hard dealer
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That's part Tyson, part Jordan,
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and part Thriller
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Don Juan, King Kong, Godzilla
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God they started him,
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no heart to target him
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So hard, so hard, no father fathered him
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No was raised on his own,
raised up the clone
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Got off his ass, seen the block,
made it his home
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I've been de graded,
been the hottest
since been in ages
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Been debated, hated on and imitated
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Been your favorite from
an Allen emigrated
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Who's finna tear the game down
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and renovate it
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To all my block cuddas,
to all my rock cuddas,
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to all my block sluggas,
to all the pot guttas,
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flip your 8 doors, 8 bars,
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race on, bricks, ties, old cheese,
make yours cake off.
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To all my bitches switchin',
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to all my bitches strippin',
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to all my bitches flippin',
hit the kitchen, get the whippin',
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to all the go -jiggas, road -giddins, Soul Trigger,
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Soul Trigger, Soul Trigger,
make yours kick off!
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