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Here we go now, yea |
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C'mon, yea, check it |
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[Verse One] |
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I said my solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six |
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My solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six |
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Hittin trippin the circuit breaker, flickin the light switch |
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The kid like is he known for givin you wild hits |
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I keep my name on the way on top of the now list |
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Bangin on every level, droppin the now shit |
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It's like the feelin after watchin a couple of (?) flick |
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And once you hear the kid, you'll be knowin the sound sick |
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Spaz in the club, watchin the crowd flip |
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That's when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit |
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Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch |
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Bitch watchin my pocket, seein we wild rich |
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Shorty hopin we smellin nothin like foul fish |
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While you swingin ass at the devil, claimin you righteous |
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A lot of haters I'm knowin you like this |
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While you floss unnecessarily, sippin on wild Crist' |
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[Chorus] |
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I say LADIES, my MERCEDES |
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Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat |
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Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back |
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When you step up in the club I know you know how to act |
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Hey SOLDIERS, get your floss on |
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Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon |
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Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong |
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Now all my people are muggin and singin the song, I'm sayin |
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[Verse Two] |
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Shit still boomin in two-thousand and three |
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My shit still boomin in two-thousand and three |
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And we don't give a **** about who you claimin to be |
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My jewels blind bitches where they ain't able to see |
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These fools try to talk just a little much to a G |
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They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree |
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Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea |
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Takin different constant boats, from the land to the sea |
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I got my paper see, I ain't doin nuttin for free |
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Unless it's for the hood, it might cost you a small fee |
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Niggaz all in the street, whylin whippin the V |
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Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D |
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Check it, take it back like when I was flippin a ki |
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Bonin chicks, holdin titties like they was Pamela Lee |
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You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee |
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And keep it goin add enough spice, we holdin the recipe |
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Big paper we makin, all of my crew agree |
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Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessy |
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In case you niggaz ain't even knowin my pedigree |
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Invested in resorts for the niggaz who go and ski |
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If you ain't know the streets is belongin to me |
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I get my people from the hood and then take 'em all on a spree shoppin |
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While you niggaz is busy coppin the pleas |
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We busy blowin frontin like you ain't knowin my stee' |
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[Chorus] |
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Yea, snap yo' fingers, c'mon |
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[heavy breathing] |
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Here we go now, yea |
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C'mon |