Tonalità: F minor
Intro 1
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Bsus2
B
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Verse 1
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Clap your hands to the beat,
to the beat
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Just clap your hands to the beat,
to the beat
Come on clap your hands
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to the beat, to the beat
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I said clap your hands to the beat,
to the beat
Uh huh and you don't stop
Uh huh and you don't stop
Uh huh and you don't stop
We in this Great Lakes state
Eatin steaks 'n shrimp
It's kinda hard to miss the crew
Because we all got limps
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We come equipped with new kicks
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and stetsons
The super saggy rags and the
E
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white trash connection
No flexin, huh, know what I mean
You can feel us fool,
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we don't need to be seen
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It's all about the green,
not the drugs we be takin
That shits free with an LP
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in circulation
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And we be wastin time
Got them all state, all county,
all hood rhymes
It's all good times, thank the lord
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For dumb fuckin people and
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credit card fraud
We're tearin up your lawn,
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we got herds of Lincolns
Step into your crib and have your
whole house stinkin
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B
Don't blink and don't think we're soft
Bm
Hide your money and your gold
and don't express your thoughts
We get mad props, wreck all shops
Puttin stops on crews
They get confused and lose,
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that's what we do
Styles stem from pioneers
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Leavin suckers in awe
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And you get jawed for lookin queer
Can you hear me or am I
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talkin to the wall
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That's Top Dog callin out each
and every one of y'all
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You get balls, you come and talk that shit
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But Top Dogs camp ain't
nothin to fuck with
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And don't say we didn't warn ya
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I got this Detroit thang with
more love that California
Drunk DJ smokin coiniac dips
Call me the sidekick,
thug boy, kid with the limp
I rip through rhymes like a
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bul let in the breeze
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And I float through tracks
like a shark in the sea
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A wee bit shy, but I comply by me
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And I'm a mean mother fucker
when I have to be
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Got young g's with sleeves
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and thieves on hold
Strategically placed in case
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somebody feels bold
I told... you ho's you can't
fuck with these cause
I make more papers then trees
See we believe in brotherhood
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E
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forever is cri teria
You fuckin with Top Dog
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Your fuckin with family
No I ain't feelin ya, got all
Verse 2
that I can do to hear
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Any time you see me
you should stand clear
You see me in my Lincoln
I'm in the clubs drinkin
Who you gonna check bitch,
what the fk you thinkin
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You can check me,
but that shit don't slide
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You can get your life took
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tryin to take my pride
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You ride with who, man that shit ain't big
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I roll with dogs that'll rock your wig
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And got gigs all money
Detroit to Portland
Cellular receivers and beepers is
what were sportin
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Your nothin of importance,
I don't sweat you
Yeah the drinks on me,
but the jokes on you
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I'm all about the everyday nothin at all
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See I'm not doin very much,
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I'm just havin a ball
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I'm in bed by four, I'm up by noon
I might sit around,
I might write me a tune
I might go fishi' and again
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I might not
I might get me a fourty or
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pour me some scotch
The watch on my wrist,
that don't even exist
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A lot of pissed people from
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appointments that I've missed
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I dissed everybody and their
mom for spite
Cause everybody's barkin,
but nobody ever bites
Your talkin loud, sayin nothin
Get you dad, get your cousin
Go and get your boy cause
he's as big as a house
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Now take your pussy ass click
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and get the fk out
I'm the estranged, deranged,
I got domains like states
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E
I live in plush hotels with them hourly rates
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E
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I do big plates eight times a day
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E
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The crew be livin large at the seafood bay
Got a way with the world and now
I'm lookin' to scramble
Ain't about to ass out on
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a no good gamble
Could handle anything,
but I ain't down for broke
So before somebody slides,
somebody's getting choked
I'm a no good freak,
tweak skin like rashes
I lose a little love with everyday
that passes
Ain't a masotistic, rock statistics,
vocabulary
I'm a very shy simplistic
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And get this, some people say I changed
I'm the same mother
fker with the same old name
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A little extra game and extra cash could see
You could fk me,
but don't put it past me
You wanna bash me and got no reason
I can lay up in the Caymans for
four straight seasons
I ain't a punk, I refuse to be
I live for what is, not what used to be
Your all up in the past, that's ass
Hear what I say
I'm all about today
and I'm a die that way
Bitch
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