| Lyrics | % Correct |
|---|---|
| I don't know, but today seems kinda {odd} | 97%
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| Just wakin' up in the mornin', gotta {thank God} | 95%
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| Finally got a call from a girl I wanna {dig} out | 90%
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| Lookin' in my mirror, not a jacker in {sight} | 90%
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| Thinkin', "Will I live another {24}?" | 90%
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| And mama cooked the breakfast with no {hog} | 89%
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| "Which park are y'all playin' {basketball}?" | 89%
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| I got a beep from Kim, and she can do it all {night} | 88%
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| Called up the {homies}, and I'm askin' y'all | 86%
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| Get me on the court and I'm {trouble} | 86%
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| No barkin' from the dog, no {smog} | 86%
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| And everything is {alright} | 85%
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| I gotta go 'cause I got me a drop-{top} | 85%
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| Had to stop at a {red light} | 84%
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| Last week, messed around and got a {triple-double} | 82%
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| Freakin' brothers every way like {MJ} | 79%
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| Saw the {police} and they rolled right past me | 78%
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| And if I hit the {switch}, I can make the *** drop | 77%
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| Drove to the pad and hit the {showers} | 77%
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| {Shake} 'em up, {shake} 'em up, {shake} 'em up, {shake} 'em | 75%
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| as I ran the {intersection} | 73%
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| No flexin', didn't even look in a brother's {direction} | 73%
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| I got my grub on, but didn't {pig} out | 68%
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| {Hooked} it up for later as I hit the door | 67%
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| So deep put her butt to {sleep} | 67%
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| Then we played bones, and I'm yellin', "{Domino}" | 66%
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| Didn't even get no static from the {cowards} | 64%
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| I picked up the {cash} flow | 64%
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| 'Cause just yesterday them {fools} tried to blast me | 63%
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| The Lakers beat the {Supersonics} | 62%
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| Felt on the big fat {fanny} | 59%
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| I was glad everything had {worked} out | 59%
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| Picked up a girl been tryna dig since the {12th grade} | 59%
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| She didn't hesitate to call Ice Cube the {top gun} | 59%
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| Took another sip of the potion, hit the three-wheel {motion} | 59%
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| Today I didn't even have to use my {AK} | 58%
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| Woke her up around {one} | 58%
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| And it read "Ice Cube's a {Pimp}" | 55%
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| Plus, nobody I know got killed in South Central {L.A.} | 55%
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| Roll 'em in a circle of homies and watch me {break} 'em with the seven | 55%
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| 7-11, 7-11, seven, even back door Little {Joe} | 53%
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| It's {ironic}, I had the brew, she had the chronic | 52%
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| Left my homie's {house} paid (word) | 52%
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| Two in the morning, got the Fat{burger} | 52%
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| {Drunk} as hell but no throwin' up | 51%
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| No helicopter lookin' for the {murder} | 51%
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| Pulled out the {jammy} and killed the punani | 51%
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| And my {jimmy} runs deep, so deep | 49%
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| Didn't even see a berry flashin' those high {beams} | 49%
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| Today was like one of those fly {dreams} | 48%
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| Drove her to the pad and I'm {coastin'} | 42%
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| Even saw the lights of the {Goodyear Blimp} | 42%
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| What's the haps on the {craps}? | 42%
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| Went to Short Dog's house, they was watchin' Yo! MTV {Raps} | 38%
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| Dropped her butt off and then {chirped} out | 36%
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| Halfway home and my {pager} still blowin' up | 34%
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