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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 |
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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 |
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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" |
