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(feat. O-Dash) [Intro:] Yeah Hear that shit? Yo! Ready to let you know It's your boy O-Dash man You know what I'm saying? Y'all motherfuckers better stop sleeping out here (Naw, don't do that) You better wake the fuck up for real Open your eyelids Nicholay(sp?) [Verse 1:] It's the League's Tracy McGrady Faggots gonna hate me (huh) Putting up MVP numbers Spitting 12 months this summer Eliminate And watch cowards immitate how I demonstrate how words supposed to penitrate Punks mad at O 'cause they can't get a date Nigga wait Give me a second to get it straight Haters see me in pub, want my shit See my rasta bitch-es and want my dick Letras de cancionesThat's a homo That's why I don't deal with them no more Bunch of Doctor Evils trying to steal a nigga mojo Wanna say he got dough(uh huh) Say he got flow By the fifteenth I'm like 'Yo, where your dough go?' A si, A si In other words, you're so-so Hate O for moving blocks of cocoa for dough, no? Fast breaking a drop, fuck a T-O Coach told me to shoot whenever in doubt D's League got the components to be disected Game over turn your style so ecleptic Coming through beneath radars, undetected 20 bars of perfection to pay respected, nigga! From Letras Mania