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the kidz like me
Don't don't don't get mad cause the kidz like me (x4)

(verse 1)

Everybody know I got the kidz yellling dont- get- mad cause the kids
A message to the main oh, oh, oh
Yeah, seasons come and go but I will never change
And I am on my way

Oh Oh Oh Oh
(Oh)

Kidz Bop let's go?

Oh,
to learn the routine
Woah, there's a girl over there
With the sunshiny hair, like a homecomin' queen

I said, "Hey, what you say?
It's a glorious day,
By
play my bongos in the dirt.

Hey Punk, where you goin' with that hair on your head?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that hair on your head?

I'm
'round my brother
'cause he didn't understand
The car moved from the driveway,
And went into the night
Leavin' two kids by the window
Holdin' each other
him in his face
Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired
Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head
Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds
I
me swanging in a drop
Flying pass bops
I remember, being kids on the block
Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot
I went from shooting
me swanging in a drop
Flying pass bops
I remember, being kids on the block
Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot
I went from shooting
to Camelot

The parlayer, I'll make ya heads bop pah
I shine a light on perpetrators like a cop's car
From day to night, I play the mic and you'll thank
truck, with duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?

Oh you want me to watch my
crackin my steel 
Plus I'm goin to court, make my own appeal 
As taught as a kid or told, NEVER TALK TO A STRANGER 
Cause I could be a head banger
truck, with duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
the humbles I was shootin ( ? )
And now my time has come
And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by bums
Posin with guns, they're puffin mad blunts
Aiyo,
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
Bop, gunshot in the head
Payback is a motherfucker
Yes, I feel it when I squeeze the trigger
I feel the air when my enemies die
I feel the strength
You got me wantin' to be with you all the time
You make me wanna pass them chips girls you are so fine
How 'bout me and you go jump in my car (Oh)
Talk
by ya charm and ya arm
But I'm looking for the one
Have you seen her
My psychic told me she have a ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
pickup drove up. It had KC lights, tractor tires, 
everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot Wheels car for some dumb rich kid, 
right. Well, they
ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya

It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club
on the microphone 
I'm gone (I'm gone), when I'm blown on that doja 
I keep's my composure, or else it's game over 

[Chorus: x4]
I'm wanted by every lady cop all over
That ass so big I catch a battery to hold ya
My hands so big you thought I told ya to pull it over
She pulled me
bally's is mean
Kid, none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh!

[Chorus: Trife Da God]
Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street corners
She take my money when I'm in need
Yea she's a trifling friend indeed
Oh she's a gold digger way over town
That digs on me

Now I ain't saying she
a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

My own son don't know me