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We Dem Boyz (Remix) feat. Rick Ross Testo
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Hol up, we dem boyz
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Hol up, we dem boyz
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Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
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Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz
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Now I've been in this game a long time, still get money
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Hol up, we dem boyz
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Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
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[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
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Paranoid as a child, blessed to be a dreamer
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Bitch we dem boys, nigga we the Beatles
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1-8-7 no appeal, get it how you live
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Before I go broke accountants jump off a bridge
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First round draft pick, hittas stay in the field
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On that poor side of town, grinding to pay our bills
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They hate to see you flourish, so I draw the curtains
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I'm so high up in the sky that my i won't get no service
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Democracy be the dope, community in the choke
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The warden just caught his case, he was looking forward to vote
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Nigga count your blessings, lighters on the dresser
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I scoped it, a whole body, so yes I'm well invested
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[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
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From Fig row to the airport to them Iceland hoes
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Head to London then to Paris, double sold out shows
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Then I fell asleep in my Saint-Laurent and woke up, stunt more
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And just recent nigga, my teeth is nickel, got disco-ball glow
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Niggas throwin' shots but I dodge 'em all, you can't touch this
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Don't believe if my name involved in some punk shit
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Half a mil a week, crib by the beach, got bank roll
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Got a bitch who got booty-cheeks, good neck though
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Hold up, hol up, hol up, this game we play, you can't control us
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Hol up, hol up, they knew us cause the way we pulled up
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Hold up, hol up, my bitch her shape like Coca-Cola
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Hold up, hol up, Wiz on joints, my woods be rolled up
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Hol up, we dem boyz
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Hol up, we dem boyz
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Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
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Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz
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Now I've been in this game a long time, still get money
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Hol up, we dem boyz
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Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
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[Verse 3: Nas]
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I never give a rat a pass, it's the fattest ass that attracts me
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How do I define Nasty? Ghastly
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Explain Esco
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Plain and simple - with a redbone in the Benz'o sippin' XO
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From the Don to God's Son, the Project Prophet, the live one
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The father of Destiny, Knight’s pops, Will’s man
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Jungle's brother
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Girl, I house you like the Jungle Brothers, understand
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I shine before ya'll time
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I been outside when T La Rock invented rhymes
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When dinner time and BBS’s on tinted Saab’s was getting robbed
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I'm 20 in, still outside, don't ask for it
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That parched up from here on, that half moon is that Nas cut
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We been 'em niggas that's been them niggas, ask any nigga
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Mass Appeal, history, Henny sippers, let's get it nigga
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Hol up, we dem boyz
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Hol up, we dem boyz
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Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
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Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz
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Now I've been in this game a long time, still get money
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Hol up, we dem boyz
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Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
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Keys to my estate, put the cheese inside a safe
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Drinkin' by the case, that be the reason why they hate
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Fresh up outta cell to the seats of private planes
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Roll at least an ounce a day, smokin' weed is my escape
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Peddle to the floor, make sure my niggas straight
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Every city-state, I'm tryna break the piggie bank
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Some niggas get put on, some niggas get played
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Take another selfie, watch my lawyer beat the case
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We Dem Boyz
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Hol up, we dem boyz
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Hol up, we dem boyz
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Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
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Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz
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Now I've been in this game a long time, still get money
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Hol up, we dem boyz
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Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
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