调：B minor•
Intro 1
Psst, I see dead people
Verse 1
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Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho
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Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw
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Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him,
"Breathe, bro"
walk around like Teezo
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What's up with these jabroni- ass niggas
tryna see Compton?
fuck 'em all and they mama
I mean, it's too many options
Verse 2
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Sometimes you gotta pop out
and show niggas
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Certified boogeyman, I'm the one
that up the score with 'em
I know he got some ho in him
Em/B
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Pole on him, ex tort shit, bully,
Death Row on him
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Say, Drake, I hear
you like 'em young
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You better not ever go to cell block one
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To any bitch that talk to him and they in love
your lil' sister from him
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They tell me Chubbs the only one
that get your hand-me-downs
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And Party at the party playin'
with his nose now
why is he around?
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Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles
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Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop,
Dot, fuck 'em up
I'ma do do my stuff
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Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?
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Tryna strike a chord and it's probably
A minor
Chorus 1
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They not like us,
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they not like us, they not like us
Verse 3
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You think the Bay gon' let you
disrespect Pac, nigga?
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I think that Oakland show gon' be
your last stop, nigga
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Did Cole fouI, I don't know why
you still pretendin'
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Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further,
I promise
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Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy,
fetch Gatorade or somethin'
I had this bitch jumpin'
be flipped over your boxers
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The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy
Nigga better straighten they posture,
Might write this for the doctorate,
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tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'"
Fuck a caption, want action,
Bridge 1
while he was in jail, that's connivin'
I'm glad DeRoz' came home,
y'all didn't deserve him neither
From Alondra down to Central,
And your homeboy need subpoena,
that predator move in flocks
That name gotta be registered
I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'
Verse 4
Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to
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(Pac, ayy) Put the wrong label on me,
I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy
and I won't pass the aux, ayy
do I really have in stock? Ayy
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One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy
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Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy
need to stay they ass inside, ayy
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Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy
Chorus 2
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They not like us,
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they not like us, they not like us
Verse 5
Homie still doubled down
Atlanta was the Mecca,
buildin' railroads and trains
Bear with me for a second,
The settlers was usin' townfolk
to make 'em richer
You run to Atlanta
when you need a check balance
Let me break it down for you,
when you didn't see the club
helped you get your lingo up
you can be from Northside
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What, 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied
when you need a few dollars
Verse 6
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(liar) Mm,
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He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm)
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Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for...
Verse 7
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Let me hear you say, "OV- ho" (OV-ho)
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Then step this way, step that way
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Then step this way, step that way
Are we locked in?
Outro 1
Then step this way, step that way
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