Key: Bb minor
Verse 1
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for a little something?
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Hey Larry
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Hey man, I'm, listen
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ing them out man
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Yeah Mr. Curtis, I've been trying man,
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but I mean out here man,
they sleeping on it so
It's real, real heavy
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Listen, listen,
with Pat Beck man
Okay, let's see what angle
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I can come at him from
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Let's talk them obligations
and high expectations
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See, I'm returning with vengeance,
And all the questions and statements
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about my whereabouts
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My grind patterns on
Larry Crum's
And I'm right back at him,
Nah, Ms. Curse ain't it,
is that strong enough?
Yeah, come on, give me something man,
Burgundy brim leaning,
plus I'm scheming on some chickens,
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all black attire, the 31 black,
the gats at least,
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I'm screamin fuck them
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since they pulled a lot of stunts,
but that ain't workin out,
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I can see the look on your face
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I met this bad lil mami
right uptown New York
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She look good, plus she like me
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I'm from the dirty dirty,
I told her I'm 20 years old,
she told me she was bout 30
I told her that's all good,
and that was very cool
Plus she had her word from a bird,
I dropped her out of school
I told her slow it down,
cause now it's going down
I'm up in your town,
so you gon' come back my town
I told her this is how we do
in the market house
When we just be sparking and nah,
it ain't even hot
Uh, no, hey, hey, hey,
you gone, you doing?
Why don't you do something for me,
man?
That I can vibe off of,
I'm not a rapper,
Do a tune on it, man, for me
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Old school, okay, bell bottoms,
afros, pics and frozen hair
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The bass line drums,
the party's won't over till five
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before Jam Master Jay died
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yo hold up, Ms. Curtis,
I got my heat right
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They said my flows is too sweet
I got to lose something,
but my style'll keep em jumping,
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I like my stove,
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I like my, hold up man
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For some reason, hold up,
for some reason
I ain't breathin' right on here, man.
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There it go. Okay, okay.
Blow my nose.
Okay, I guess I was just too sick.
I guess it's just too thick.
My life is crazy as hell,
man, I'm goin' through shit.
My mom, dukes, and step -pops,
they separatin'.
so now I started datin'.
now it's like I can't find
that was there from the beginning
I'm just clappin' and winnin'
It's Larry Crumbs, the youngster,
They say you hard off your block,
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They say these dudes got some skills,
but I don't hear nothing hot
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I'm trying to show them
I'm the illest in the village
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead
Okay, you on the road man
Okay, the beat's breaking,
I'll break with it
Spring Lake, I'll take em
Gotta get my digits,
man, it's something like bacon
Since the bassline came,
I had to face my game
Man, that's when everything came, uh
Mary Jane and Erica Kane,
then I started slinging things
Shoot, man, I changed the game,
without moving a thing
This is musical chairs,
I leave them nowhere to sit
Shit, man, I'm on that it,
I don't care what they feel
in a different zone,
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I ain't even coming with no skills
Mr. Bill, don't be mad at the youngster
Came from the dumpster,
created to a monster
Now, what the hell did we create here?
How did you like the song?
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