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(La-la-la-la, lalalalalala) |
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Yo, what's the deal, nigga? |
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Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that |
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Trynna get our head rights, get this money right |
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You know what I'm sayin', you know how it go |
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Just another day in the hood (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) |
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Yo, yo |
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Aiyo, what a night, New York City, heard it goin' down |
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Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City |
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Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they ring off |
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Lock the doors, that's when Ghost just g'd off |
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Cigars, paisley robes |
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Four bitches guardin' me safely as we walk to the window |
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The cashier was scared, she asked for my info |
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The manager arrived with two guards, that's an insult |
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That's the cause, just because |
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We talkin' bout 5 million dollars here, this ain't Play-doh dough |
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And your horoscope read, you gon' slay those lows |
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We got scribbes, Anthony Acid, rockin' the show |
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Special guest: Starks / Mark Ronson |
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First five hundred bitches went crazy he let them on and in |
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All he did was plug me in, I got the chargin' |
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Got they bras and ran through they whole apartment (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) |
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[Chorus 2X: Nate Dogg] |
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Oooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) |
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When I step into the party, all the ladies wanna know |
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I'm hangin' wit the ballers, yeah, or my nigga Ghost |
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I can tell you what they say haters, if you wanna know |
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They say ooooooh wee |
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When I'm roll in my Mercedes, all the ladies wanna roll |
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Be my Juliet and I can be your Romeo |
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If you actin' menace I can pick another hoe |
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Oooooooooh weee (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) |
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In the middle of the summer, or even twenty below |
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I'm a bad muthafucka, I'm way to fuckin' cold |
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Let me tell you what they say, when I'm pullin' off my drawers |
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They say ooooooooooh weeeee |
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Aiyo, aiyo |
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My games here to party, just to cut up a rug |
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Don't make me wanna cut up a thug |
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Now play something for D.J., cuz there's nothin' but love |
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Hosted by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub |
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When we roll out, we roll on dubs, rollin' up bud |
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The Theodore Unit, we controllin' the club |
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Mamies, shakin' they ass, they throwin' it up |
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Like a B.E.T. commercial, I'm "wrappin' it up" |
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[Chorus 2X] |
