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Uh, yeah, yeah |
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Harlem, Postaboy, let's go |
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Harlem, PB, |
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Pete Rock, woo woo |
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Uhh, let's go |
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I'ma show you how we get down like, with this pound like |
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Since I'm in a |
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Caddy P this what it sound like |
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Uhh, yeah this what you clowns like |
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And since you're on my dick nigga this what uptown like |
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Geah, I'm on top of my |
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A game Blew two hundred thou', got it back on the haste gang |
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Posta back in the building |
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The 106 hall of famer t-shirt is back in the ceiling |
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I'm a new artist but it's like |
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I'm platinum plus |
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E'ry day, spend superstar rapper bucks |
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Go to the dealer, cop trucks after trucks |
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High as a kite, rollin dutch after dutch |
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Honey leavin the scene with me |
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Now she wanna get a room, but at 119 with me |
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Lowrider jeans, fanny pokin out the pants |
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Do the snake, the wop and the uh-oh dance, ohh! [Chorus] |
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Make way it's the |
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Postaboy Yeah the |
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Postaboy, with the |
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Wonder Boy |
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We got the ladies in the club makin all that noise |
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Winning Team outside, you don't see our toys (woo woo) |
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Make way it's the |
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Postaboy Yeah the |
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Postaboy, with the |
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Wonder Boy |
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They got the ladies in the crowd makin all that noise |
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Beep beep, |
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I'm a boss, |
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I don't drive my toys [Postaboy] |
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You can find me uptown, uptown, low in cement |
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B's Rollin up in the club like the {?} |
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I don't know why you hate me, |
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I'm tryin to date me a hot mami like |
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Tammy at A |
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E Jump, I say that |
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I'm focused |
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And just how thirsty all these hoes is |
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Wide door knockers with the rings in they noses |
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I J, then they knockin at my door like |
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Jehovahs I start checkin my peep mo' |
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I come from |
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Harlem, the home of the hustler negroes |
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Like, R.P., |
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Alpo Jim Ice, |
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Nicky Barnes, and my nigga |
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Bumpy John |
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All I need is a pair of my |
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Pro*Keds Half moon part and a two-wheel moped |
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Quarter water, |
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Jimmy Chu's for my honey |
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It's the Postaboy, |
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Winning Team, good money [Chorus] [Postaboy] |
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I said throw yo' lighters in the motherfuckin urr |
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The roof on fire and not a muh'fucker curr |
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There's so many bunnies and |
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I'm seein over her |
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Every time |
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I turn around, couple durr, couple durr |
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Hey! I'm mean mixin my two-step |
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Now little birdie wanna call me |
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Hugh Hef' |
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Pimp so hard 'til there ain't no juice left |
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I been around the world, |
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I done toured the |
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U.S. Here we go, c'mon |
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Now here we go, c'mon |
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Now here we go, c'mon |
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Now here we go, c'mon |
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Yeah! [Chorus] - 2 |
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