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[e-40] beyotch! |
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Whas happenin, whas happenin? |
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You got to love this yere nigguh |
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My boys, my hot boys |
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Juve and ?? |
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Bout to lace this game nigga |
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Do it the way we do it with e-4-0 charlie hustle |
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[b.g.] |
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Look, i went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches |
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Stealin niggaz cars to tv's in expeditions |
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Thuggin is how i play it everyday all day |
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I keep it all the way real i can't see it no other way |
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I represent mines, hot boys |
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Slip up my whole click rides, get shot boy |
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That's how it go; we straight do or die - we checkmate holdin niggaz |
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Then come where yo' momma lay down and kick in the do' nigga |
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(juvenile! juvenile! juvenile!) |
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[juvenile] |
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Let's get this shit cracklin |
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My probation officer's gonna know what happened |
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Stay out the way i'm h-o-t and bout that action |
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Hooded up with dem slugs and face-maskin, camouflage fashion |
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I'm all about that luxury (luxury) - i'm also bout |
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Puttin 50 in yo' head boy if you thinkin bout ****in me |
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I'ma be here fo' a minute (what else?) you gotta respect it (uh-huh) |
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There's a lot of niggaz out here gettin killed to accept it |
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[e-40] beyotch! |
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Chorus: e-40 and hot boys (repeat 2x) |
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Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (look at me) |
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Squattin twenty inch twinkies (look at me) |
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I'm like that! it's like that! what? |
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I'm like that! it's like that! (look at me) |
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[e-40] |
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Charlie hustle on it in the fast lane, drivin slow |
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With a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoe |
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Squattin four times ga-uh gold zenith wides and vogues |
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Bout snuffin down, right next to me, is the call from the frogs |
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Uhh - sound system on bloo-blam-blam |
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Puffin on the doobie almost grubbed, dang it burnt in my lap |
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Smokin trees with the window up (windows up) |
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Traffic backed up, middle finger up |
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I don't associate or surround myself with c.i.'s |
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Confidential informants snitches affadavits stool pigeons |
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Marks simple simon sucker sap simps i be kickin it real tough |
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With the, p.i.'s, hustlers, tycoons |
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Gangsters killers that might not even look like |
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With trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of benzes |
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Player type individuals, thugged out times a thousand |
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Those nigguh-ish niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires |
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New millenium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs |
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House parties strip joints gamblin shacks and hole in the wall clubs |
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[e-40] beyotch! |
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Chorus |
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[baby] |
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Man, it's like neighborhood shit with a gangster bitch |
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So get yo' paper straight nigga and go and buy some shit |
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Tv's inside when i ride bitch |
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And i'ma hide these hoes behind limo tints |
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Fulfill my dreams i'm a rich bitch |
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And when i hit yo' hood i'ma blind a bitch |
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Shine, tape sellin got me buyin shit |
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Dyin? gon' be here past ninety-nine, slick |
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Rewind, these hoes back to time slick |
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So nigga slap that bitch, bat that batch |
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Kick her in the ass and tell that hoe hot boy in this bitch |
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So nigga **** that bitch, tell her suck yo' dick |
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[lil' wayne] |
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Now, now |
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Here come the youngest, wayne, you can call me weezy |
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Flyin up the interstate in a lamborghini |
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Police right behind me, i'm drivin too fast |
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I pull over on the grass, they want my autograph |
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I flipped off ki's, i get my g's |
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I spit my 3's if you twist my cheese |
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I'm duckin white sheets and i avoid the feds |
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If you think that you can stop us - boi go auhead |
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Chorus |
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[e-40] beyotch! |
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[juvenile] |
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E-feezy and the hb's in this mother****er man (the hot boys) |
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Juvenile (bosco) you heard about me |
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The b.g. (uh-huh) the number one stun'na (uh-huh, uh-huh) |
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Baby thirty-two gold ya heard me? |
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The bay area, and the u-p-t (uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh) |
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We connected nigga, you gotta respect it |
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It's off the heezy |
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Uhh, uhh (what, beyotch!) |
