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Profit - Slangin' Dem Thangs lyrics
We 'bout to set it off something like this
 Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
 [Chorus]
 Do, do, do, do
 There they go, there they go
 Do, do, do, do
 There they go there they go
 Now that's the sound over me, slangin' dem thangs
 Do, do, do, do
 There they go, there they go
 Do, do, do, do
Freeze. Put your hands up. Get on the curb, now
 [Profit]
 They trying to put a nigga under the courts
 Cause the cops found a stash in a ruffles bag under my porch
 I gotta keep a fo' five coke revolver
 Cause I get paid like Tyrese from the coke, I'm palmin'
 Haters want my hot buzz switch the code and bombin'
 That's why I push a black H-2 roll and armed
 You know Prof' gotta hold a lamers
 Cause I stay posted at a crack-house with my posters are in
 You know I gotta stay watching, gotta stay clocking
 If the feds try to knock me, I gotta pay Cochran
 You niggaz try to hate on this, I ate Kano quick
 And cut your connect the yayo bricks
 We keep more German pistols than eight off hit
 And if the block is too hot, we just aye off this
 This for all my folks hustling, all my people grinding
 Holler out the hood whistle right before you hear the siren like
 [Chorus]
 Do, do, do, do
 There they go, there they go
 Do, do, do, do
 There they go, there they go
 Now that's the soul over me, slangin' them thangs
 Do, do, do, do
 There they go, there they go
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 They they go, there they go
 Slangin' dem thangs
 [Profit]
 Wait, back off scrub
 Everytime you see Profit, man he bagging up dubs
 All my blows com packed with a baggy of bud
 I stay grinding, my fiends look happy and what
 They wanna felony or misdemeanors
 But its all love when we hit the court like Serena and Venus
 On the block like nobody can stop us
 Body the coppers, and bounce to Hawaii in choppers
 Stay strapped when I pumpin' the packs
 I'm like a golf course, keep a nine in the front and the back
 I'm sick of fake Nino bastards, who only step on blocks
 When they only stepped on they Lego castles
 Seat back in a black maybachs
 Flippin' those without touching those everynight like Pat Sajak
 Security stay grind me, can't get caught sleepin'
 That's why you hear the sound when the cops creepin'
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 [Profit]
 I'm +The Rock+ on the block, I'm laying the smackdown
 First you smell me cooking and I'm breaking the crack down
 You can catch Prof' still flippin' out packs
 In front of the twins building with a Bentley out back
 Y'all rappers living check to check, pockets is empty
 Waiting for your next hit like Bobby and Whitney
 Who's that parking in the M-3?
 I know its them people wait for the signal they hollerin' with me
 Blocks stackin' the trash, rocks stackin' the stash
 Hop in the hoop-tie back to the lab
 When I'm through packaging the coke
 Here's a fresh white tee to the hood with a package in my coast
 Slangin' thangs like a NBA game, my team ruthless
 I push the rocks up so my fiends can shoot 'em
 Profit, I'm making sure that the streets is jukin'
 God damn, not again, man the D's is swooping'
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