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Grippy Part II
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Lil Jon
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Man 1: Is that my cousin Cobain? Man 2: *sucks teeth* Man, that ain't no Cobain man Man 3: Damn, that might just be Cobain Man 1: At the door, is that my cousin Cobain right there? Man 2: Cobain don't come around here, he don't like us like that n***a Man 3:Yo look outside Man 1: Baby- Man 2: Oh sh*t... Man 3: Look outside, that's him n***a Ma 1: Tell me the truth now, is that my cousin Cobain? I haven't seen him in years baby Man 2: Oh sh*t, that might be Cobain Man 3: That's- that's him bro, that's Cobain Man 2: That might be Cobain Man 1: Well, if that is him at the door, let that n***a in I wake up and I make money automatic I love my life, that's why I keep my automatic All the food up on the plate, I had to grab it I just asked this b*t*h for top, she let me have it When they say they making money, I start laughing Just hit 150 on the highway, I ain't crash it Turn the dirty money clеan, then I look lavish Turn the dirty money clеan, then I look lavish I just told my mama i'mma make her mad rich I'm from New York, so I don not say "No cappin'" Her ass is fat so I tell her make it clap then That's my reaction, she start reacting I wake up then I make money automatic I love my life, that's why I keep my automatic All the food up on the plate, I had to grab it I just asked this b*t*h for top, she let me- (Bia Bia) You see the gauge? That sh*t knee high (Yeah) Ready to pop a rapper talking slick up on his b-sides (Woo!) You know i'm hungry, why you flashing jewels like you the God? Immaculate you wound up in my trap like some Filas This ain't the 80s n***a I pop a cat that think he crack, no running fades n***a I ain't a barber, get you clipped for the pay n***a You know we starving, showing off for your page n***a? It's instant grams when we starving, we selling weight n***a Pop ya, when you pop up papa, ain't no stopping When we block a shotta, we ain't on the court real bodies dropping Stop it, when you cop it, we relay the profit Feed the fam' while you gossip on them records how we flossing Look there's losses, brother died up on the corner over forces That they forced up in his eyes on those commercials that we tossed in To relate to us, this no game to us, this sh*t dangerous I played the cut, read up on my books, but that didn't pay enough So I blaze the dust, give me your cable tucked Watch how I grab the gun I'm aiming up, if you try to run, I blaze you up You faking funk You ain't part of us, you just want the clout You hating us, you apart of them, so I need it all, hand it up I wake up and I make money automatic I love my life, that's why I keep my automatic All the food up on the plate, I had to grab it I just asked this b*t*h for top, she let me have it When they say they making money, I start laughing Just hit 150 on the highway, I ain't crash it Turn the dirty money clean, then I look lavish Turn the dirty money clean, then I look lavish
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