Tonalité : E minor
Verse 1
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Oh, America!
Are you serious?
It is showtime, baby!
Here we go!
Ram, jam, slam, bam!
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It's awesome, baby!
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Uh -huh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
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yeah
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Jailwriter, man, I can't fuck with her
Be serious, man, yo
I'm a vet if you do think
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When sketchin' a blue ink
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I hop out the whip
And the pep will appeal me
Like chicken, I'm a bastard case
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Glisten with a stack of kicks
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And to ask the martin
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You ain't even been to ask the place
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Yes sir, I tote mag
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Sucks in my smoke bag
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Vexed if I don't brag,
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fresh with the Colts tag
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You rappers are wack,
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that's a mess in your notepad
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Your wordplay is small,
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go step up your vocab
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My old man and grown man,
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you all need to hold hands
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Any beat creep,
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I'm turnin' into Conan
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Grown man, bro ham,
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you should watch the pro jam
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Even through a sunblock,
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I done sold ten
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Whole grams, no fam,
I don't need the whole fam
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It's just me, no Jim, no El, no Kim Zeke Locke,
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please, I, listen, I'm a beast, watch
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Stackin' my ammunition,
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now I'm itchin' to squeeze shots
I'm far as you cats flyin',
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it's ridiculous, picture it, niggas, shit
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Come at J .R. it'll backfire,
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pardon, I'm that fire
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How these niggas jackin' me,
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I feel like my style is a car on a flat tire
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You stupid is true, you stupid or who?
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You need years in for you
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to even do what I do
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Man, you probably was the
dude with the crack
Trying to move you for stacks,
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but kept getting high,
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losing the pack
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Scrat list, that ain't moving,
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you stacked,
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I had nights looking like a cat fight
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High maneuver with scratch, so please
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I'm the sickest, see it gets vi cious
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Bitch flop, I cannot hop, be realistic
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I breeze past your strip quick,
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breathe in that pith prick
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Sleep on a dip trick and be on my shit list
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My C's are ridiculous,
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sickest, sickness
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You witness a fair,
your career is a gimmick
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Get the player dumping,
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who in here frontin'
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See a lot of lips moving,
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still I don't hear nothin'
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We got bigger arms,
bigger clips, get along
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We don't have to get along,
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homie, we can get it on
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Get the player dumping,
who in here frontin'
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See a lot of lips moving,
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still I don't hear nothin'
We got bigger arms, bigger clips, get along
We don't have to get along,
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homie, we can get it on
You
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