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(feat. GLC, Really Doe) |
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[Intro: Consequence] |
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Let me hear you say (HEY) get money (HEY) |
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Get money (HEY) get money (HEY) |
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Get money (HEY) get money (HEY) |
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Now let's go |
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[Chorus: Consequence] |
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Cause when worse come to worse my peoples come first |
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So if you ain't bustin down, please disperse (uh) |
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Please disperse (uh) please disperse |
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I know I never should've bought that tease the purse, uhh |
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[Consequence:] |
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But homie that's what happens when your {dick} in the dirt |
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And I guess that's what happens when you're with someone first |
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And you on the Eastside between 2nd and 1st |
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And you pull up on the stop, and she dressed as a nurse |
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And you tell her all the things you mighta hear it in a verse |
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It's surprisin to you, man the scribbly works |
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So she gives you all her numbers plus her name in a chirp |
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And you made sure it's right when you hit the alert |
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Then you call her up tomorrow and you scoop her from work |
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Then you bring her round the way and the crew go berserk |
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Now the only question left is really who's goin first |
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And if you can't find a condom then you gon' search |
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And by the time you get back shorty way more than burp[?] |
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And she done buttoned up her blouse, and pulled up her skirt |
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And now you ask her what's wrong, and what went wrong |
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If you can't get at Con' then you really ain't a don |
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Now she yellin out "Cons, you played yourself |
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I wish the playa that I met woulda stayed hisself" |
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What made me say to myself, I need to drop this chick off |
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'Fore the police at the door and they lockin me off |
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Cause you know she's testifyin like a Christian in church |
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So I ain't have no other choice but tell the chick disperse |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Gangsta L. Crisis:] |
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Gin, Coronas in Pamona with Mona |
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From them shots on quarters, pneumonia |
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Up there they warned ya, about girl I put it on ya |
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Let me mack you down in this corner |
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Look like the type that look good in the mornin |
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E'ry time we bonin you moanin |
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Love they way I {****} you have you tellin your homies |
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Tryin to have {shit} on lock like the police |
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Get mad when the other {hoe} know me |
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Plus it's cause they lovin my goatee, 'fore we was drivin slowly |
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Went to the West, tryin to ball like Kobe |
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In the cold bras, was all our trophies |
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Peppermint girl in the show piece |
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Lookin at that {bitch} low-key in the oldies |
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Love the way them lips is perfect - if you ain't tryin to show me |
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Baby you can start dispersin, this {shit} ain't workin |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Really Doe:] |
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The venue's sold out, know I'm 'bout to snap |
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Three rows from the front, two seats to the back |
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Hit her with a pass, courtesy of the man |
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Kick it with the stars, bring a couple of friends |
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Let you meet 'Ye, yeah that's the fam |
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Track 14, that's your favorite jam? |
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Damn, I'm in town for the night |
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Take a sip of the potion and let's get right |
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Into some roleplay, be wifey |
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No paper, no charm, I autograph your tee |
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Spotted you on stage dancin all freaky |
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Now you're in the back, actin shy tweakin |
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This ain't "Meet the Parents, " what the hell you thinkin? |
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This ain't the church and I ain't the deacon |
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Damn, I'm tryin to get you out them boots |
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And say the first thing on my mind like Luke |
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Sit back, and chill with the crew |
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Instead you got your mind on my money and my loot |
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Talkin 'bout "I came back to kick it |
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Let's exchange digits, fly me in, I'll visit" |
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Cool out, you gotta be kiddin |
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But leave your rich parents on the table, now beat it |
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Worse comes to worse my peoples come first (HEY) |
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If you ain't bustin down (HEY) disperse (HEY) |
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Disperse (HEY) disperse (HEY) |
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Disperse (HEY) disperse (hey) |
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[Chorus] |
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[Consequence:] |
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Cause when worse come to worse my peoples come first (uh) |
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So if you ain't bustin down, please disperse (uh) |
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Please disperse (uh) please disperse (uh) |
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Please disperse, please disperse |
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[Tony Williams: harmonizes to the end] |
