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That's right, papa, that's right |
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How we do, yeah, Ill Na Na |
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Come on |
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What up pop? Brace yourself as I ride on top |
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Close your eyes as you ride, right out your socks |
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Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel |
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Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle |
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Nasty girl don't pass me the world, |
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I push to be not the backseat girl |
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Don't deep throat the C-note she float |
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Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close |
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Firm nigga, we 'posed to be the illest on three coasts |
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Familia, bigga than ego, y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small niggaz |
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All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz |
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No shark in this year raise it bigga |
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Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up |
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And take notice, Na Na take over y'all take quotas, to hit papa |
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Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits |
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Now tell me, how nasty can you get? |
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All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods |
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It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good |
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That's right, we drop hits |
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Tell me, how nasty can you get? |
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All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods |
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It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good |
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I'm too live, nasty as I wanna be |
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Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me |
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'Fore I take you there and tear your back out |
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That shit ain't happened since The Mack was out |
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Rollin' for Lana, dripped in Gabbana, nineties style, you find a style |
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Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit |
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Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, fucker |
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Na Na, y'all can't touch her, my sex drive all night like a trucker |
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Let alone the skills I posess and y'all gon' see by these mil's I posess |
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Never settle for less, I'm in excess not inexpensive D V S |
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To the two, that's just the way I'm built |
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Nasty what, classy, still |
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Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits |
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Now tell me, how nasty can you get? |
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All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods |
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It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good |
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That's right, we drop hits |
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Tell me, how nasty can you get? |
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All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods |
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It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good |
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Well you can hoe what I got, roll with the rock |
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The fella Capo in the candy apple drop |
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Will tears fall to your ears if I don't stop? |
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Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third in the lot? |
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Dig me, I get you locked like Biggie, wit Irv in the spot |
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Word middie, the cop 'n biddie, I'm the bomdigi, punana |
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Sexy brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all |
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Make 'em turn over from the full-court pressure |
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To undress ya and shit all over your asses |
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I ain't playin knockin' out at the Williams |
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I'm sayin', what's the sense in delayin'? |
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I'm tryin to run G from the P to the a.m. |
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I saw your little thing now I'm swayin, ok'in shit |
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Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits |
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Now tell me, how nasty can you get? |
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All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods |
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It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good |
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That's right, we drop hits |
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Tell me, how nasty can you get? |
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All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods |
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It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good |
