T‐Shirt, Blue Jeans, & Nike’s chords by E‐40, Keak Da Sneak
Verse 1
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My family roll thick like syrup
and milkshakes
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Transporting weight from the south
to the golden state
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Swingin' figure 8's, burnin
rubber its hypo
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In the middle of the intersection,
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tryin to start up a side- show
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My mind go in other places
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cats dont speak on
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Da Raw and un cut,
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for you niggaz to tweak on
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I flip on suckas as they come out rappin
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So imagine whats gon' happen when
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I catch you in traffic
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Who sell the most records in the
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bay(You?)
Indepentent label(You?) No video
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and radio play? (You?)
Its been 86 murders since
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the start of 2002
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When niggaz bang turfs for the work
Not that red and blue,
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and every single block is a street
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When niggaz hold it down cause
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you know we gotta eat
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They call me Keak Sneak,
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but my real name is Kunta- Kentay B- O- W- E- N
Verse 2
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My nigga told me dont be scared,
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cause I'ma run the streets
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Just like t- shirt, blue jeans,
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and Nikes
Coke white t- shirt, blue jeans,
and Nikes
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Stay strapped with the 45, I wish a nigga
Interlude 1
would try
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Verse 3
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Style so unique and Exquisite
Gift- ta- Gabbit, I spit it
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I'm off this Gungie my ninja
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I'm so damn twisted from smokin
so much turtle I'm spliffed
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Went to court the other day
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So I wassa perkin early in the mornin,
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yawnin off
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This HIGH SPEED CHASE SHIT! Damn
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near caught a case wit it
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Hit the gas, Skeet Skirt, drivin fast,
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Skeet Skirt
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In the slow lane, seein stars,
goin against the grain
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Slappin this shit,
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THAT'll FUCK WIT YA BRAIN BOY!
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This is ya brain on thug(on thug) mode
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I suppose
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Plenty hoes, Panty hose,
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5 times sittin on vogues
24 inch toes, robbers,
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lookin out for the hella- kizz- noppers
We ain't proper, I'm off the main
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I represent heavy on the
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grizz 9, Intergame (Intergame) I'm in
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the dope-
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fiend rental, tryin to paint the town
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Four speed honda civic and I'm breakin
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it down (Breakin it down)
One head light plus I'm ridin
spare
Thermometer say a hundred,
I'm takin him there
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It was me and Bra
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Heff, Ridin and smokin
Side of the Oakland,
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livin it up, cause the 8 frame broken
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Coke white t- shirt, blue jeans, and Air Max
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Came up Highstreet, stopped on Fairfax
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Hit the liquor store,
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gotta get me a Remy
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Copped some light from Lil' O,
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forgot the tank on empty
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So I hit E- 1- 4 gimmie 10 on fo'
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A box of Philly titans,
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and a short box of dem 'Ports
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More for me, if a nigga dont smoke
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And I knock the baddest hoes when
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I ain't on hundred spokes
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Gimme head, lemme poke, I know her nigga, but she ain't feelin him
Outro 1
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T‐Shirt, Blue Jeans, & Nike’s
E‐40, Keak da Sneak
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