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Yeah | Ay, ay, ay | Ay, whoa, yeah, ay
Yeah Ay, ay, ay Ay, whoa, yeah, ay Alright, look Listen up, it's about to be smoke Ain't nothin' but some shit I wrote About a rich-ass nigga that's deep in the game They call me Drizzy Drake and I'm keepin' the name I sport Nike shoes, I got a mic to use To talk bad about you pussies, I don't like you fools Got an Oakland show tonight, baby My young boys from The Yoc goin' crazy I'm on the bridge with a tank of unleaded I pull up early to that bitch, that bitch was yankin' already, I said yank In the city and I really got rank You see the backpack to the front, you gettin' spanked I really blow M's for the fun of it New owl, blue diamonds on the front of it Shout my lil' cousin, Mr. Havin' None of It Tryna campaign, yeah, Drizzy back runnin' shit Whoa, whoa, livin' large, yeah And I put that on citas and the boulevard When I lost Big Mighty, I took it hard Need to call up a Stark for some Chrome Hearts If you my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part Ay, it's Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he go Yeah, it's Mr. Popstar, that's the way it go Now I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio Too hard for the fuckin' radio Yeah, too hard for the fuckin' radio Too hard for the fuckin' radio Hey, hey What? yeah, what? I'ma show you what to do, lil' nigga, ay I'ma show you what to do, lil' boy, ay I'ma show you what- Ay, first off, I make real town smacks Boy, you know the motto, gotta push it to the mack Back when they was askin' 'bout where Davidson was at Now everybody got a blue 30 on they back Mustard heard about us, gotta catch up to the slaps You ain't had one since me and YG rapped Facts, nine hundred million for the tracks "Rack City," bitch, we remember that Damn, you should try and get back to that This new shit, you could've kept it on the Laugh Fact' And a nigga doin' laps Strippers on my lap, I'm 'bout to make her back bend Ay, tell her come and give the boy a lap dance Damn, y'all was really island hoppin' back then Huh, now y'all names got redacted Yeah, now a nigga gotta fact check, what? Yeah, and I'm on the west like the Pac-10 Yeah, I'm fuckin' power couples up, yeah Actin' like you love marryin' your wife, ay You boys need to worry 'bout a jury in your life, ay Whoa, whoa, livin' large, yeah And I put that on citas and the boulevard When I lost Big Mighty, I took it hard Need to call up a Stark for some Chrome Hearts If you my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part Ay, it's Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he go Yeah, it's Mr. Popstar, that's the way it go Now I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio Too hard for the fuckin' radio Yeah, too hard for the fuckin' radio Too hard for the fuckin' radio
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