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[Intro] |
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Gon turn this one up right here pimp if ya ballin in da club y'all already kno |
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[Chorus] |
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I lay this whole club down |
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(la la la la la la la la) |
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Get ya hands up but I ain't here to party |
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Lay it down |
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(la la la la la la la la) |
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Get ya hands up but I ain't here to party [x2] |
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[Young Jeezy] |
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Nobody move nobody get hurt |
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We came fo them niggas that be off on that work |
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An its drought season niggas lookin fo a reason |
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Have to duck niggas like its huntin season |
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Ay I kno niggas like you |
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**** boys an ho niggas like you |
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Ride wit the scope I call it the master |
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Put it in they face dog to make they mind up faster |
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Ay gimme all you got |
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But you can keep yalittle necklace an that bullshit watch (i ain't got nothin man) |
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You bullshittin me |
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You betta lay it down nigga like you MJG |
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[Chorus] |
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[Jody Breeze] |
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'chea I got the Boyz from the Hood wit me |
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Plus I got a couple boys from my hood wit me |
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Nigga an we ain't playin we ain't bullshittin |
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Let me see ya hands for it fell like bull hitcha |
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Nigga we all G's all hood niggas |
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Tote shit that'll have yo whole hood niggas |
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Nigga stop cryin jus drop that |
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For errybody in tha club gettin popped back |
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Its yo choice nigga live or die real or not |
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We gon make you feel tha fire |
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An still desire an ready to bust |
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So whateva you got nigga give to us |
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[Chorus] |
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[Duke] |
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y'all in tha club bobbin an weavin |
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I'm just tryna hit a lick an leave you slobbin an bleedin |
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Hope you niggas don't thank that we teasin |
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Its a drought on the street so that's a good enough reason |
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So tha next time you niggas wanna lean back |
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Don't be surprised to find a gat where ya spleen at |
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An I don't need a solo stack this a team sack |
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If you don't wanna get cracked where the cream at? |
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Yea lil daddy please believe I need that |
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Tha whole stack an throw ya boy the dro sack |
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I need you ballas face-down on the rug |
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I want you all butt-naked turn the(?) into a strip club |
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[Chorus] |
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[Big Gee] |
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what if I ran in yo shit nigga beat you wit tha butt of the chrome |
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I beat ya wit the butt of the phone |
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I put ya arm behind ya back keep pushin til I'm crushin ya bone |
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Or get some acid,iodine hardto pour on ya bone |
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Don't slip hack saw off tha fangertips |
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Cut ya foots at the angles makin sure you disappear |
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Dental records can't tell who you is |
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'cause ya whole skull gone nothin left but the ears |
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We lay the club down **** we rob fo real |
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Got some standho niggas like the mob fo real |
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Got erasers in decatur a goon sqaud by mosey park |
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(this boyz n da hood) |
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[Chorus] |
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[Big Gee] |
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Lay the **** nigga this boyz n da hood |
