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confromthe703 & induhgo - uno lyrics

[intro: koltrane]
yo!
you know what it is homie
it’s ya boy flab solo in the buildin one time
we got confromthe703 right here
we sittin here poppin bottles
f-ckin b-tches
smokin weed
we got hilary duff lookin buff as sh-t all over here in the building
you already know, stuntin on the haters one time!
might drop the top on a b-tch!

[verse 1: confromthe703]
she gon pop a pill for the twerk
i’ma pop a seal for the work
everything movin real slow but, freak-a-rella throw it back til it hurt
i’ma make it do what it do
she let me hit, then i give her a review
n-gga, this the 5 live crew
that’s just how it goes, word to uncle noo$e
(word to uncle noo$e!)
gotta hit em with the fadeaway
still grippin on the grain in the chevrolet
dodging rats, tryna make it to the montery
good weed, good drank. that’s my day to day, and uh
n-gga you don’t grind? you don’t shine
i’m the top dog. that’s the bottom line
if ya pop off? send a n-gga flyin’
big tymer how i hit em with the shine
oh yeah!

[hook: confromthe703, induhgo, koltrane]
i don’t bother n0body
i’m just mindin’ my bidness
why they tryna get me started?
why they wanna see me slippin?
how come none of these n-ggas wanna party?
i’ma blow smoke for em, and just stunt on errbody!
i ain’t trippin homie
(cause n-ggas talkin down on the boy)
i ain’t trippin homie
(n-ggas talkin down on the boy)
i ain’t trippin homie
(n-ggas talkin down on the boy)
i ain’t trippin homie
(n-ggas talkin down on the boy)
i ain’t trippin homie

[bridge: confromthe703, koltrane, niq bohr]
go playa
go go
(hold up)
go playa
go go
(lemme hit em with it)
go playa
go go
(lemme hit em with it)
go playa
go go
(lemme hit em with it)
go playa
go go
(lemme hit em with it)
go playa
go go
(lemme hit em with it)
go playa
go go
(lemme hit em with it)
go playa
go go
(i just hit em with it)

{refrain}
c-o-n-f-r-o-m the 703
from the 703
from the 703! (x2)

[break]
listen up!
baby psychos and the holy order of the groove
fill up your double cups
set fire to the ballot box
and cut the rug that the whole mess been swept under!
the dj stand lookin’ like a stoooove top!
it’s time to cook

oh lord
(oh lord)
oh my
(oh my)
more hits
(more hits)
more rhymes
more b-tches
(more b-tches)
more rides
(more rides)
scoreboard
(scoreboard)
game time
(game time)
since a young bull? had to take mine
(take mine)
i know a few goofs that done changed sides
(changed sides)
they jumpin’ off the roof and they can’t fly
n-ggas want beef but don’t even eat steak right?
you don’t want no problems
i’ve been tryna get it for my n-ggas at the bottom
i been making hit since q called himself “quantum”
he told me to get it, so n-gga i got him
i’m just tryna get a ring, got me feelin’ like golum
i like blowin’ smoke muf-cka and a lot of it
land of the g’s my n-gga, i’m the god
rap game’s bruce wayne. think it’s time to save gotham
dale city, i got em!

- confromthe703 induhgo lyrics

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