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Throw me a bone and some crumbs watch me turn it over and flip it |
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Ballatician, man, ballaholic I'm ballerific |
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Stop and listen give me yo undivided attention |
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40 talk like E.F. Hutton... shhhh, people listen |
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Man that boy there right there be clownin he do the foo! |
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Hustle Charlie water that playa there hella coo! |
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Often imitated but never dismemblicated |
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Kilo grams of coke and that broccoli I used to weigh it |
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Smokin' Ahfganny in the candy blue drop the mail |
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On my way to Richmond to buy me some new apparel |
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Bendin' corners, gettin' it quick and talkin bout lookin' |
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"There go fonzerelli I'm feelin that mans music" |
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Won't you quit that shit you be talkin, its big spit |
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Later for them suckas they tardy they ain't hit |
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Disobeying ?? from you ?? don't let her see |
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Get you're wonder bread pepperoni watch it increase |
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Mustard and Mayonnaise! Tennis shoes, lowenheart, drivers lorenzos, 22's |
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Big bread, big spread, big scratch,big cars, turf hogs, Cadillacs |
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Watchout ersky perky it's seldom you see me thirsty |
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Gatorade bottle full of Burgundy Carlos Rossy |
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Lift yo head high, we might take you up out yo body |
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Me and my mossy mother****ers life of the party |
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Give it to me baby you know what I'm lookin fo' |
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A super ghetto hoe, big ol' ass like J-Lo |
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Club packed, like a Detroit hair show |
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Dug that, she can teach the wind how to blow |
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She can teach frosty how to snow, right, glow |
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in the dark lay, night, fireworks, sparklight, ALL-night |
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Ride her like Olympic style tour de' france bike |
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Brand new upholstery, flambostly out wit the fellas |
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In the hotel lobby wit honey gettin jealous |
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Ain't nobody trippin', but patna, he outta line |
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Spray myself with sucker-repellent pulled out my nine |
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I got a shortage of supply and demand when its drought |
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Buy low, sell high, my marble route |
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Know about the weather before its about to change |
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My repo, they distribute, they repo be drivin planes |
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Watch out for them folks and them K-9's sniffin them thangs |
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Bricks, kicks, hittin MC's and door panels man |
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I run my game from Frisco to Maine, pimpin long range |
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Fast quarter **** a slow nickel thats chump change |
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Place your order, high yellow jazzy, light bright and almost like |
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Chocolate trailer trashy mcnasty throw away but now she's classy |
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Cuz her sugar daddy done put her up in the sink |
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Washed her up got her dressed in hot pink in mink |
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Gotta ride on vogues when we fly by |
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Underlay ?? Bonita bye bye |
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Mustard and mayonnaise smokin up at the sky light |
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You can't touch my vogues baby bye bye.. |
