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Aiyyo yo fuck that |
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Aiyyo I gotta find my motherfuckin' mojo |
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Aiyyo Reggie Noble, aiyyo Reggie Noble c'mere nigga |
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Aiyyo start it off while I tell you how it went down |
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Yo, yo |
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Put the drop down, get your smoke on |
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Get your feel on, are you feeling? |
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Get your girl on, get your squeeze on |
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Get your bus on, are you chilling? |
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Are you wheeling, are you feeling? |
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How you feeling, and we gon' hooo-oooh-ooh |
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Tell me what you doin' |
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C'mon, yo yo-yo yo, yo yo |
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I had to put the mash down, throw the cash around |
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Stay focused, on the case put the hash down |
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Jetted through the air about five miles per hour |
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My mojo gone I can't fly like I wanna |
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But this case is easy, find that motherfucker that |
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Couldn't wait to be me, put his face on TV |
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From the tec blow, I asked my ex-hoes |
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Pass off some info for a pair of X.O.'s |
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Write the check low, I don't do that |
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I told you that shit before when I boned your back |
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Now I'm back to square one, and everybody hatin' |
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So I popped the flare gun, now they all escapin' |
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Ran into Gator, for Jungle Fever |
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He's my people and my neighbor, I said I need a favor |
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He said for ten dollars, and for ten Whoppers |
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From Burger King, I'll tell you the nigga who gotcha |
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Gave him what he wanted plus the extra large fry |
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He said blue eyes, blonde hair, a white guy |
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I said what the fuck goin' on? |
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A white guy interruptin' my fuck flowin' on? |
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So I copped some new ammo, reloaded my flare gun |
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Stalkin' like Rambo, mixed with Commando |
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Gator pushed the ten-speed bike, I'm on the handle |
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Crashed into somethin' 'cause he high off my man blow |
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I jumped up and backtracked myself |
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Who's the last hoe I fucked or throat I cut? |
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I said wait a minute, yo, that bitch Jane on the prowl again |
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I bet she up to no good, actin' foul again |
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Yeah, yeah, it ain't nuttin', I get her if I want her |
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Matter of fact I'm gonna 'cause she live around the corner |
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I walked up scared with my hands on my flares and my armor |
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'Cause she bring drama like Jeffrey Dahmer |
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But I heard fuckin' all the way from the bottom |
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I'm like, damn she yellin' kinda made me jealous |
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Knocked on the door enraged |
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Like a broke-ass rapper, at a label that ain't toured in days |
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Do it clown, before I count to four now |
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'Cause if I hit five them flares'll blow your door down |
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I heard the zipper zip up, and they was tryin' to run |
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So I re-clipped the clip up, and blew it before one |
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Freeze motherfuckers, I jumped on Jane back |
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I want the cheese motherfuckers and my name back |
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We tusslin', fightin', bitin' skin and rustlin' |
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Slaps in the face, chokes with the belt buckle |
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And her knees bucklin', I thought to myself |
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Where's that motherfuckin' white guy she was fuckin', then |
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Right out of the blue |
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Who dat? Who dere? |
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Jerry Springer, is that you? |
