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i'm from the hardknock acedemy, automatically had to be, carryin automatics sprayin sparatic inaccuarate, clips to the back of it, barrel cockin it immaculate, learn to move packages in n out of los angeles, we savages, bustin off rounds, sprayin bannana clips, knockin pills off like anna nicole smith, shit, i'm in the hood walkin with choppers, cock em and pop em coppers glauks be talkin like. blockedie block, block i'll probly popped hoffa and possibly jus forgot where i tossed em, this niggas obnoxious, me and top got your picture in the cockpit, she wanna pitstop, jus see how the cock spit, these boss's deposit the profit they watch as we cop it, on top of the ostrich and fox's, it use to be the lil guys in stress now ima boss where i'm from, with the last stress on my chest, see i know you'll like my swagger, no strap when i come through, chain hangin like ali baba, know me, yah know how i do, the way that i move nigga, cause i'm to smooth nigga, i thought you knew nigga, you aint got a clue nigga, who in the hell left the gate open?, i'm pretty down for the wild, wild west, like them 1800's in em stage coaches, if i aint strapped then my blaze pokin, if it aint a 600 big body then the 6 4-0 honey is spokin, the drama spokesman, streets endorsed em, i rather be up in my nine then closed in my coffin, i'm from wes covina, this aint compton, still money passed around like we takin an offerin, i'm somethin like a phenoneman, when they see the sad happy faces they know the drama is on, its the west coast back at your front door, we up close and personal, we aint done till the curtains close, could be friend or foe, love it or hate it, i'm the king but i play with the aces, run up to find out i keep it loaded like bases, ya got wires in ya mouth but these ain't braces, see i know you'll like my swagger, no strap when i come through, chain hangin like ali baba, know me, yah know how i do, the way that i move nigga, cause i'm to smooth nigga, i thought you knew nigga, you aint got a clue nigga, see when i walk through the door, i wonderin why these fake niggas jackin me for?, on display like i came from the store, posin like a manequin in front of your hoe, up front block rollin 50 deep now, convicts surround the whole compound, cause you dont really want what your starin at, clip full of bullets, dont mind sharin that thing, see i know you'll like my swagger, no strap when i come through, chain hangin like ali baba, know me, yah know how i do, the way that i move nigga, cause i'm to smooth nigga, i thought you knew nigga, you aint got a clue nigga
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Artist: akon