| Yeah
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| Number five y’all
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| I’m almost a veteran, heh
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| Don’t think I’ve ever seen you so good lookin'
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| Since 1995, I’ve been flowin' on tracks like this
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| Got a lot of gold and platinum plaques like this
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| But I had it up to here, so I’m R&B, bangin' on wax like this
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| In case you forgot, five times on the streets, I been keepin' it hot
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| Got your shorty on the block singin' da-da-da-da
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| And I coulda held back, but will I do that?
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| Probably not
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| See I represent Cali and it be’s like that
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| And I’ll probably get sampled cuz the track’s so phat
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| The music in the street’s gotten out of control
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| You can’t keep a deal unless you’re platinum or gold
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| That’s all I can stands, I can’t stands no more
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| Mr. Nice Guy come to even the score
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| And I’m not holdin' my tongue
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| Girl you know my name and you know where I’m from
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| All y’all fakers, Def Jam haters
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| R&B, South Central, Westside players
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| To all my homies that’s sittin' on dubs
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| With your girl in your ride, turn this on up All y’all fakers, Def Jam haters
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| R&B, South Central, Westside players
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| To all my homies on blades and dubs
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| With your girl in your ride, turn it up, turn it up The year’s 2001, I’m still flowin' on tracks like this
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| Got a few more gold and platinum plaques like this
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| I’ve had it up to here, so I’m R&B, bangin' on wax to this
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| In case you forgot, the word on the street is I’m keepin' it hot
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| Everybody on your block singin' da-da-da-da
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| But I still can’t believe after five LP’s they could sleep on me But singers with no skills, singers with no shoes
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| Singers in bathtubs, is that how you pay due?
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| The music in the street’s gotten out of control
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| Sell some records then you’re out the back door
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| It’s all I can stands, I can’t stands no more
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| Mr. Nice Guy come to even the score
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| My man Focus blaze the track
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| And I wrote it, I sang it, I live it, believe dat
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| La la la, la la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la | 
| la la What's crackalatin? | 
| (Ladies, Southside bobbin bobberlers)
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| Cristal, Dom P, and Hennessy gobblers
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| It’s the ruggedest, thuggist hoppin out the six hundred
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| Holdin ya ears ransom bangin Montell’s Anthem, nia
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| Back fo' mo', wit anotha platinum fo' sho'
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| Y’all just video ballin, we’ve been stackin doe —
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| Packin dance floors gettin busy
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| The originals, Montell and Dub-C
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| from tha home of the sticky-icky |