[Intro]
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Young man, brotha brotha, you gotta fight for somethin'
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Stand for somethin', gotta understand, gotta make the plays
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Stick to it, get through, write yours, ride your wave, just keep it true
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We'll fight the blues, we'll fight the blues
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Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethin'
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Young man, brotha man, brotha man
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You gotta fight for somethin', stand for somethin'
That's what the poem told me
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It was a greater poet like you know it but
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I'd rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I
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I'd write a song about the banging hoes and then
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Stay up in the bitches while she dozing
[Chorus]
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When I went to my brotha, told him, "Help me please"
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Now we hop out the PJs posted by the P
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My old bitch yellin', "Come back, come back
Come back, babe
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Come back (come back) come back (come back)
Come back (come back) babe
[Verse 1]
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Harlem nights, quick speed, Godspeed
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Speed of light, Grease Lightnin', leather on my six-speed bike
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Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes
Pop (sicles) pop (sicles) for the Klondikes
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Pop-pop wheelies on the dirty bikes, 15 sellin' China white
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Cops stoppin' if you opposite of white
Pop, pop like you opposite of right
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Take heed, lil' nigga, lowkey, take lead on them niggas
[Bridge]
Smooth dude riding 'round the boulevard
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Back in the days was on the train
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Ride the bus before I ride another nigga wave
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Beautiful, the water's flat like ass is pre-Onika (yeah)
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You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
[Verse 2]
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Flacko, I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
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Album number three and keep it G like Q
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Heard you niggas get fly like G, like 2
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Nah, more like 4, like 3, not 2
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Shittin' on these niggas like P, like U
Drip Raheem and Q, got Hi-C like juice
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Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too
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Real niggas bleed like me, like you
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That's why I got a beam with a green light too
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I don't even make a scene, I just swing right through
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I'm just stayin' on my Qs and my Ps like soup
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Walkin' in my shoes, follow me like suit
[Pre-Chorus]
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Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethin'
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Young man, brotha-brotha, gotta fight for somethin'
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Stand for somethin', brotha understand, God don't make the plays
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Take the truth, get through, ride your wave, just keep the truth
[Chorus]
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Remember when I went to my brotha, told him, "Help me please"
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Now we hop out the PJs, posted by the P
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My old bitch yellin', "Come back, come back
Come back, babe
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Come back (come back) come back (come back)
Come back (come back) babe"
[Outro]
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You're a cornstar, all you fuck is corn broads (you fucking pop)
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Frenchie faux pas 'cause you ain't had no pa
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Your deal got catches like an outfielder
(Are you, are you, are you?)
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Getting that God's view from towers
Lookin' downward like I'm Donald Trump
