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So come on and chick-ity-check yo self |
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Before you wreck yo self |
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Check, check |
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You betta check yo self |
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For you wreck yo self |
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'Cause I'm bad for your health |
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I come real stealth |
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Droppin' bombs on ya moms |
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**** car alarms |
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Do without one mother nigga wit yo alpine |
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Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know |
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And friends know, we got that indoe |
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Yo, I'm not a sucka sittin' in a house of pain |
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And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya head-butt ya |
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You say you can't touch this |
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And I wouldn't touch ya, punk mother****er |
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Here to let you know boy, oh boy |
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I make dough, but don't call me dough-boy |
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This ain't no ****in' motion picture |
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A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya |
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And hit ya, makin' they yack to the neck |
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So you better run a check |
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So come on and chick-ity-check yo self |
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Before you wreck yo self |
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Chick-ity-check yo self |
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Before you wreck yo self |
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Yo, common, chick-ity-check yo self |
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Before you wreck yo self |
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'Cause shotgun bullets |
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Are bad for your health |
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Tricks wanna step to cube and then they get played |
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'Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade |
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That's kinda trifle |
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'Cause that's a knife-o AK-47 assault rifle |
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Hold the fifty, I' nifty now |
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Gotta a new style, watch out now |
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I hate mother****ers |
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Claimin' that they foldin' |
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Bank but steady talkin shit in the holdin' |
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Tank first you wanna step to me |
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Now your ass screamin' for the deputy |
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They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row |
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Now the runnin' up in ya slow |
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You're God, used to be the Don Juan |
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Now your name is just Twan |
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Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck |
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You better run a check |
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So chick-ity-check yo self |
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Before you wreck yo self |
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Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self |
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Before you wreck yo self |
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So chick-ity-check yo self |
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Before you wreck yo self |
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Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health |
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Come, yeah |
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If you're foul |
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You better run a make on that license plate |
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You coulda had a V8 |
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Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium |
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I got six and I'm aimin' em |
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Will I bust or keep you guessin' |
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'Cause **** you and that shit ya stressin' |
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Bitch, get off the wood, you no good |
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There goes the neighborhood hooker |
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Go ahead and keep your drawers |
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Givin' up the claps and who needs applause |
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At a time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead |
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Bitch is a Miami hurricane head |
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Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs |
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Nappy dugout, get the **** out |
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'Cause women like you gets no respect |
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Bitch, you better run a check |
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So chick-ity-check yo self |
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Before you wreck yo self |
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So chick-ity-check yo self |
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Before you wreck yo self |
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Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self |
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Before you wreck yo self |
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'Cause bitches like you |
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Is bad for my health |
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So chick-ity-check yo self |
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Before you wreck yo self |
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So chick-ity-check yo self |
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Before you wreck yo self |
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Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self |
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Before you wreck yo self |
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So chick-ity-check yo self |
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Before you wreck yo self |
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So chick-ity-check yo self |
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Before you wreck yo self |
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Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self |
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Before you wreck yo self |
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'Cause the lench mob |
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Is bad for ya health |
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Nine-trey, remix |
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Old school tip, yeah |
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It's like a jungle |
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Sometimes it makes me wonder |
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How I keep from goin' under? |
