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Coach's Theme LyricsI say whatcha gonna do, your a dying man. Da da dow dow dow. You try too much of this, and not enough of that. Say da dow dow dow. Say da dow dow dow. Say da dow dow dow dow. I got my phone tapped first. They sent me to the caper. They wanna know, yo. The way in the paper. I told them I had undercovers outside my door. Trying to find out who my kliq be and more. We be investigated by the MI5. I better step and run cause its time to do or die. I jump to holla my backdoor, kick the house in. Then I browse in for a spot to lay my green. I bet I come back next week to retrieve. A rough wiser loser, now my chest is 50 G's. And thats a lot of cash, when you ain't got no dough. Lucky my crew's blood tight, just so you know. And believe me, my generation so deep, like the mob. And I'll be progedy cause I have a lot you got. To will you player haters cause you want to set the stage. We be supreme, so dont even Pompeii. Whatcha gonna do, your a dying man. Talking all this bullsh*t when your life's in my hands. Da da dow dow dow. You try too much of this, and not enough of that. Say da dow dow dow. Say da dow dow dow. Say da dow dow dow dow.
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