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Yah, we want control of the press, control of the press Yah Free Press, full-court press Since kicking Cortez I was never wearing a dress Press
shot fullcourt like Derozan (Dribble it like D Rose) Throw them pens away just like I'm bowling (Baby just watch me bowl) Old nigga a vet, I'm a sick
get left Giving you that pressure Like a fullcourt press Aye how I move You would think I play chess Nothing like you niggas Don't compare me
with a bullet roof Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth I'm like, "What it do? What it do?" There's a full-court pressure, I'm
with a bullet roof Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth I'm like, "What it do? What it do?" There's a full-court pressure, I'm
lines are thin, Henry G came to win Don't talk a bunch, just known to crunch My one-two punch will put your butt out to lunch Full-court pressure's
Make em turn over from the full-court pressure to undress ya and shit all over your asses I ain't playin knockin out at the Williams I'm sayin, what's
gettin' some rest Then it's back to the full-court press Niggas playin' for keeps Tryna be the next Suga Slim, Baby or Master P I don't pass that weed,
Make em turn over from the full-court pressure to undress ya and shit all over your asses I ain't playin knockin out at the Williams I'm sayin, what's
There's a run for the full-court press Up and down bringing on the opposition stress But it's all love this is how we do Til the next Saturday keep it
before full-court press. And were reluctant to review the menu because they knew the only thing available was ? Crow. Lon Chaney, our man
Full-court press, I'm not gon' let up I don't care, I guess I'm fed up I'm doin' good but could be better I don't talk much but I ain't gon' shut up (yeah)
tired of showin' what I can get done, what you gon' do for me? Forty thousand miles up in the air, only time I get some Z's Full-court press, foot
even go zone, listen Full-court, I'ma press you if I like you shawty Bulls shorts on a nigga like I'm Michael Jordan Hook first time, Little Mo
pride and beat a nigga switching sides// This a full-court press from the scrimmage line You like a middle linebacker tryna blitz through spy Better push
Cristo, big bro got laid on his porch like (brrr) We couldn't play half-court with the no names I had to play full-court in the dope game Where pushin'
Only to cop more Smack, Rock from cops that act not in a manner for you to prosper You are Ab-so-lete unless You can handle the ball during a full-court
She wanna be a freak, you wanna be a man Get head in a Coupe, sex in a Sprinter van Runnin' full-court game, no one-on-one Take that doll, hit her
Make em turn over from the full-court pressure to undress ya and shit all over your asses I ain't playin knockin out at the Williams I'm sayin, what's
There's a run for the full-court press Up and down bringing on the opposition stress But it's all love this is how we do Til the next Saturday keep it
a vacation huh I mean I've been grinding for awhile now Yaz yhin might as well just be the guy now Fuck it Finna light it like MacGyver It's full-court
a Nation on their shoulders from a cluster of sadness There's a young platoon of Warriors playing Indian Ball It's fast break, full-court, teamwork,
make they show bout See my road ahead, no sweat, nigga no doubt Ballin’ in the mix, full-court, and yo girl scout Getting to the cookie Please don’t
when I was running full-court all-day Now I write all day Then I lay it down Then I mix it with the beat And I turn it loud Can't you see that I'm
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