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Living Legends

What it do, do What it do What it do What it do baby girl Get on the dance floor Will you put your drink down Come and dance with me What it do baby

Off brand niggaz, we ain't fuckin' with y'all Catch up with ya kind 'cuz you ain't touchin' a dog Imitation fake like Gucci suits that niggaz be wearin

Look at the grill, look at the grill Look at the grill, look at the grill Look at the grill This for my niggaz with the bank roles (Look at the grill

smoked a few Got my bread and didn't do what the fuck I was supposed to do Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits Niggaz die trying to live

[MJG] I'm so cold, I need a coat in the kitchen I bust two verses, then go into intermission No way you can provoke my vision I, dont play I make a hoe

And welcome back from that commercial break I found out some, please, ladies and gentlemen Hold your applause please, can you please hold your applause

the dark I hit the bat into the ball and out of the park And live with the question alone that's meddlin' hard What if you had to live under the bridge

the hood but you proved us wrong you proved us wrong [Verse 2 - Sunspot Jonz] Loose canon My whole life was a street fight under broken street lights You could never live

be betta days ahead of me Cheddar cheese, luxuries, were never gave to me Instead I shift from home to home, feelin' lone was I prone From the destiny in which I lay to wallow To live