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Good god, a ha ha |
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Yo Trick I think we done did it again man ( |
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of course, of course) |
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Miami's finest, T Double D (haha haha) |
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Y'all know who we be |
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I wanna be your homie, your homie, love, and friend |
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I wanna be your boy that you holla at night on the weekends (ooh baby) |
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I wanna be the 'G' that your girlfriends brag about, that's what talkin' bout |
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Ohhh girl come and let me show you what a thug's about |
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I ain't the type of nigga, who get a little bit of cheddar |
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And start hanging on the beach and think he better than the next nigga (next nigga) |
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Though I'll prolly go to Bay Harbor about Gucci, Louis, or Prada |
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For my wife son or daughter, yeah (wife, son, or daughter) |
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They gon talk about us, you should expect that |
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Look at them bitches, they broke, they can't afford this |
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They still livin' with they momma and they wonder why niggaz **** em' |
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And won't do nothin' for 'em |
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Pump ya brakes lil' mama, some are down to bitch |
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Stay out my face if you ain't got shit good to say |
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And my wife don't like ya (don't like ya) |
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Matter of fact when she see ya, she might wanna fight ya |
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Ho, I tried to keep it real witcha' (keep it real witcha) |
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But by ya runnin' ya mouth and takin' pills, I can't deal with ya |
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Bitch you got real issues (real issues) and I'm a real nigga |
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Deal wit' 'em and I wanna chill witcha |
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Now you ain't neva had a stunna |
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You ain't neva had a gunna |
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You ain't neva had a dirty ass gangsta mother****er |
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Now you glad you did |
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First you was scared |
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Poppin champagne bottles, go on take a swig |
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You see this life I live is for the real and not the fake |
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So when we walk the streets girl I'll make ya feel safe (huh) |
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I know you lovin how I'm thuggin all dayyy |
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Your momma hate me but she thank me when the rent payyyed |
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Say my name and watch how ya friends act |
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I got a brother and a cousin they can get at |
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First you was shuddered wit niggaz that get in trouble |
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Then I got you in the cover no other did it so betta |
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Tropical colors on ya dresses impresses me |
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I ain't worryin' about yo 'exes' come flex with me |
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YEEE!! Girl what's gooood |
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You lookin' for love and now you found it in the hooood |
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You see the problem is |
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You accept too many promises (too many promises) |
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And you subject yourself, where you can't help yourself |
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But I'm here to help (I'm here to help), so tell the busta to step |
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And baby have no fear cuz "Thug Life" is here |
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And I got a remedy for you to get replenished in |
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But hot showers, clean towels, and a double hennessey |
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And I hope you got plenty energy |
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Cuz' when K-9 these felines, shit gets finicky (whoa, haha) |
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Anyways, I got plenty ways, to make ya stay |
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But Im'a keep it straight, it's better that way |
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I'm better gettin' wetter that way |
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And I'm bigger than ya last, and we gon' need "Magnum" |
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In fact I'm ready right now (right now) |
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We can get butt naked and I'll hit it right now (right now) |
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But we homies, so let's stay homies (stay homie) |
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Conversation only |
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Okay homie (okay homie) |
