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[2Rare & Dougie B]
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Grrah, grrah)
[2Rare]
I ain't with the rat shit, oh, no, oh, no
The type to pop shit when it come to hunnas
I'm not no cop, I really hop under the covers
Stay fresh to death, so drippy, I might go and kill somethin'
Too late for all that other shit, uh, uh, uh
Need my chicken like Raising Cane's
I do it like Martin Payne
But I ain't with the funny shit, oh, no, no
I done pulled up on him, he like, "Oh, oh, oh"
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Grrah, grrah)
[2Rare]
I ain't with the rat shit, oh, no, oh, no
The type to pop shit when it come to hunnas
I'm not no cop, I really hop under the covers
Stay fresh to death, so drippy, I might go and kill somethin'
Too late for all that other shit, uh, uh, uh
Need my chicken like Raising Cane's
I do it like Martin Payne
But I ain't with the funny shit, oh, no, no
I done pulled up on him, he like, "Oh, oh, oh"
[2Rare]
Nigga, just stop bitchin', nigga, why you runnin'?
Just like Adam 22, you ain't got no jumper
This G-lock hit like lightning, this switchy hit like thunder
I let it rain on your parade, just bring umbrellas
And you got wings just like tether
Yeah, shit go, "La, la"
I knock them dreads all out your head, no, you not a Rasta
I keep a four-five all on my waist like Big Poppa
Ain't tell on nobody, I pop shit 'bout hunnas
Just know no rat shit ain't in me
[2Rare & Dougie B]
I ain't with the rat shit, oh, no, oh, no
Nigga, just stop bitchin', nigga, why you runnin'?
Just like Adam 22, you ain't got no jumper
This G-lock hit like lightning, this switchy hit like thunder
I let it rain on your parade, just bring umbrellas
And you got wings just like tether
Yeah, shit go, "La, la"
I knock them dreads all out your head, no, you not a Rasta
I keep a four-five all on my waist like Big Poppa
Ain't tell on nobody, I pop shit 'bout hunnas
Just know no rat shit ain't in me
[2Rare & Dougie B]
I ain't with the rat shit, oh, no, oh, no
The type to pop shit when it come to hunnas
I'm not no cop, I really hop under the covers
Stay fresh to death, so drippy, I might go and kill somethin'
Too late for all that other shit, uh, uh, uh
Need my chicken like Raising Cane's
I do it like Martin Payne
But I ain't with the funny shit, oh, no, no (Grrah, grrah)
I done pulled up on him, he like, "Oh, oh, oh" (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Dougie B & 2Rare]
I'm still the same nigga, put in pain, nigga, I could never switch up on the gang
And I'm still the same nigga, I can't change, nigga, I'm just dyin' to switch on ways
If they sit on they bunny, ain't gettin' no money, but you wanna smile like this shit is a game
I'm not no cop, I really hop under the covers
Stay fresh to death, so drippy, I might go and kill somethin'
Too late for all that other shit, uh, uh, uh
Need my chicken like Raising Cane's
I do it like Martin Payne
But I ain't with the funny shit, oh, no, no (Grrah, grrah)
I done pulled up on him, he like, "Oh, oh, oh" (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Dougie B & 2Rare]
I'm still the same nigga, put in pain, nigga, I could never switch up on the gang
And I'm still the same nigga, I can't change, nigga, I'm just dyin' to switch on ways
If they sit on they bunny, ain't gettin' no money, but you wanna smile like this shit is a game
Everyday it get runny, we slide when it's sunny, I'm fuckin' your honey, then pass her to gang
Talk my shit to get paid, nigga
Different day, winnin', goin' up, gotta watch what I say
I don't gotta say, "Get 'em," brodie brain different
Cross mine, someone gotta pay (Ooh, ayy)
Said I'm EBK, feel like these niggas is pussy
I'm back on that timing, I'm everything K
Gotta move like a bully 'cause I'm feelin' moody
Salute or shoot me 'cause I let it bang (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[2Rare]
I ain't with the rat shit, oh, no, oh, no
The type to pop shit when it come to hunnas
I'm not no cop, I really hop under the covers
Talk my shit to get paid, nigga
Different day, winnin', goin' up, gotta watch what I say
I don't gotta say, "Get 'em," brodie brain different
Cross mine, someone gotta pay (Ooh, ayy)
Said I'm EBK, feel like these niggas is pussy
I'm back on that timing, I'm everything K
Gotta move like a bully 'cause I'm feelin' moody
Salute or shoot me 'cause I let it bang (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[2Rare]
I ain't with the rat shit, oh, no, oh, no
The type to pop shit when it come to hunnas
I'm not no cop, I really hop under the covers
Stay fresh to death, so drippy, I might go and kill somethin'
Too late for all that other shit, uh, uh, uh
Need my chicken like Raising Cane's
I do it like Martin Payne
But I ain't with the funny shit, oh, no, no
I done pulled up on him, he like, "Oh, oh, oh"
[ 2Rare]
I done pulled up on him, oh, he got to running
Bullets got to dumping
You know
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
(East London Magician)
Too late for all that other shit, uh, uh, uh
Need my chicken like Raising Cane's
I do it like Martin Payne
But I ain't with the funny shit, oh, no, no
I done pulled up on him, he like, "Oh, oh, oh"
[ 2Rare]
I done pulled up on him, oh, he got to running
Bullets got to dumping
You know
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
(East London Magician)
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