| Who else you think this is? |
| It’s just us
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| I don’t wanna tell you again so just trust
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| Who make the moves, makin the bucks and bring the heat
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| So bake that it’s shakin your truck?
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| (Let it go) Back up in it, you cats are timid
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| Mad got the axe and the track is spinnin'
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| Cadillac, black and tinted, freak occurrence
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| Little rim caps swim laps in the rap occurrent
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| (This is it) I flow with heroic poets
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| My influence will ruin what you’re doin'
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| I’m flowin'
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| The tyrant’s back, I’m quiet as a riot is —
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| My mind’s a violent environment
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| Bangin' anger bang us, it’s awfully graphic
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| Catastrophic topics for target practice
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| Reestablish the elaborate labyrinth of havoc that’s unmatched
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| The dukes of hazard
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| Fifty grand on each hand, man
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| Got people movin' like American Bandstand
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| Bang! |
| Bang! |
| My whole crowd’s rowdy
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| Nine hundred thousand pals styles arousin'
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| Who else you think it is? |
| It’s just us
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| I don’t wanna tell you again so just trust
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| Who make the moves, makin the bucks and bring the heat
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| So bake that it’s shakin your truck?
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| Who else you think this is? |
| It’s just us
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| I don’t wanna tell you again so just trust
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| Who make the moves, makin the bucks and bring the heat
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| So bake that it’s shakin your truck?
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| I’m back with the title, it’s mega hits
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| Cuz I got my shit together like Lego bricks
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| I’m never half-assin', I’m grabbin' the cash
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| My rap’s happen, it’s natural I’m laughin' to rap
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| Cannon ball through the back of your shack
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| Santa Monica to Panama, I’m smashin' the gas
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| In the fast car, NASCAR, hats to the back
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| I ain’t tryin' to take ____(?), what else do that?
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| I’m not concerned with what you do
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| Fuck all that regular shit, I’m too cuckoo
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| Anything I want it, I snatch it and jet
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| As the type for destruction we smashin' that shit
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| I got license, who’s the nicest?
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| Know the men from the mices (?)
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| Give me 10 fuck what the price is
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| Stretch that Benz, we set them trends
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| With my partners, so Ma you better get them friends
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| Who else you think it is? |
| It’s just us
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| I don’t wanna tell you again so just trust
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| Who make the moves, makin the bucks and bring the heat
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| So bake that it’s shakin your truck?
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| Who else you think this is? |
| It’s just us
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| I don’t wanna tell you again so just trust
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| Who make the moves, makin the bucks and bring the heat
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| So bake that it’s shakin your truck?
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| Swollen make her shake what she got. |
| Ain’t know them
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| Better to make the heat hot
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| Come and get some of this heat that we got
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| Gotta get off the wall and make the beat drop
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| Swollen make her shake what she got. |
| Ain’t know them
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| Better to make the heat hot
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| Come and get some of the heat that we got
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| Gotta get off the wall and make the beat drop
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| Deep waters and torrential rain
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| The essential potentials of a hurricane
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| Natural disasters, smash and bang
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| I’ve got an overhauled engine and a faster frame
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| I don’t lose races, so wave the checkered
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| Final lap, Battle Axe, play the record
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| I’m kickin' it to chicks, you’re kickin' rockers
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| Hungry pack of wolves lickin' their chops
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| We’re the same in this game, except that we won’t stop
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| Which is insane when you think about how much we want
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| My train of thought is runaway with no conductor;
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| My verse is a box-cutter, stuck in your gut sucker
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| «All Killer No Filler» like Sum 41
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| Where I’m from, where I’m at, livin' life in the sun
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| We make no apologies, take no prisoners
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| Lyrics of fury, rippin' for the listener
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| Who else you think it is? |
| It’s just us
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| I don’t wanna tell you again so just trust
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| Who make the moves, makin the bucks and bring the heat
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| So bake that it’s shakin your truck?
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| Who else you think this is? |
| It’s just us
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| I don’t wanna tell you again so just trust
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| Who make the moves, makin the bucks and bring the heat
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| So bake that it’s shakin your truck?
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| Shake what she got, make the heat hot, shake what we
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| Got, make the beat drop
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| Swollen make her shake what she got, ain’t know 'em
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| Better to make the heat hot
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| Come and get some of this heat that we got
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| Got get off the wall and we make the beat drop |