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Yo, this is still Paradime. On a different level. Y'all make it hype.
Understand from the get
When I spit flows
I leave foes split
Got you swooping up your chick
Running out to your whip
Don't turn around, I'm right behind you
Screaming in fits
Emptying my last clip
Into the back of your six
The name is Dime, I set crowds a-blaze
The type to leave my Lugz boot prints all over your face
Been clearing stages like AK's since 8th grade
Rappers screaming "Yo, just shoot me!"
Like they Dave Spade
I'm trying to stay paid
But I'm broke as ass
Trying to cop deposit ends off the broken glass
You find me smoking grass
Falling out, doing ninety
With a brown bag wrapped around a 22 of Heiney
Don't mind me
I'm trying to get bent
Spend my rent
Leave out this piece tonight
With your chicken-ho friends
I keeps it jumping from block to block
You know when Dime's in this piece
Yo, it' aint' gonna stop
We ain't gonna stop
Till the nights are long
Till the girls is passed out
And the brews all gone
We ain't gonna stop
Till the cops come knocking
We ain't gonna stop
Till the house stop rocking
Bring that keg into the back
Let's do the tapping
Hope y'all is enjoying your flight
This is the captain
Smacking fools acting tough
Like they Tinactin
17 brews to the head
Now I'm yacking
To the broads
Shaking they butts at the clubs
And all my bloody eyed thugs
Popping slugs
Chilling at the pubs
Lapping up suds like they floods
Saying they wasn't no where near the concert
But we know that they was
We hate buds
Blow dubs and show love
We can't do nothing with no buzz (sho' nuff)
And now I'm bent
Spent my whole paycheck to get my drink on
Sporting denim and fleece with a link on
Giving chickens winks like awww
Cuz they know I take 'em to the brink
Dime hit 'em with the kitchen sink
I keeps it jumping from block to bock
You know when I'm in this piece
That it ain't gonna stop
We ain't gonna stop
Till the nights are long
Till the girls is passed out
And the brews all gone
We ain't gonna stop
Till the cops come knocking
We ain't gonna stop
Till the house stop rocking
Now just roll, c'mon c'mon c'mon and turn it up
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