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[Ali] Yeah, yeah, check, check |
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See I ain't about playin, |
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Leezy 'bout cash in advance |
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Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan |
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Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin |
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Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin |
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And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed |
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It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off |
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T's I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so |
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I had to buy a fly chain |
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Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's |
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MTV with Kurt |
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Lod' With the |
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Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks |
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Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle |
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You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandals |
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Keep the God in me, the |
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Hova Ja knew |
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Allah in me |
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Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me |
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Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope |
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I'm sellin |
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It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!" [Nelly] |
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Uh, uh, uh, uh |
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What's it like bein |
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Nelly, ay, let me break it down |
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It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds |
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It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds |
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It's like a |
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Freaknik and you got the only rubbers in town |
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I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year |
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GQ style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear) |
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Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear) |
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Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?) (That's gotta be illegal, Bob!) |
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I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit |
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Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit |
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Witnessess, "I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit" "Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick" |
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Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules |
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Peep game, |
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I'm wearin |
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Jordans, summer these my shoes |
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I'm like the heir to the throne |
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Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone |
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Tell 'em "go'on" [Chorus] |
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Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, |
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Bob Show 'em what they won, |
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Alize, Mo', |
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Crissy or ale, |
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Bob Show 'em what they won, |
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Murphy Lee, |
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Key or Nell, |
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Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who |
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Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, |
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Bob Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, |
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Bob Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, |
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Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who |
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Show 'em what they won [Kyjuan] |
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Ay yo, Bob, they want |
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Keyjuan, the one who gets the job done |
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Keep huns screamin "Keyjuan-na-na" |
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On the block |
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I Rule like |
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Ja, in the sun like |
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Wa Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like |
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Cool Bob See |
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I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya |
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Boo-ya, you see what |
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Lunatics'll do to ya |
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Tip-?? pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er |
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First cat out the |
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Lou that you knew that |
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Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants |
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Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands |
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This man, he keeps it real sweet |
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With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on |
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Swisher Sweets |
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I'm unique like a blue cardinal bird without the beak |
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I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets |
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Pick door number three if your price is right |
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I'll pull a |
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DJ Quik "tonite is the night" [Murphy Lee] |
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Hold on, so |
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I can tell 'em who |
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I is, a young school boy with one kid |
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I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe |
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I'm five-six |
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With my boots off, |
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I prefer my booties in boots off |
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You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off |
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Now, and not right now but right now! |
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And I ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce |
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The Young |
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Dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south |
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Don't even have drive, |
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I can sit on the couch |
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And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin |
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They call me |
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Mr. get all mad and smack somethin |
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I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two |
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If not I'm a holla like |
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Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo |
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And go and by a juice or somethin |
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A virgin rapper, |
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I ain't gettin loose for nothin |
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Money earnin rapper, |
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I ain't got no boots for nothin |
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So I'm servin rappers, |
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I be cookin when |
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I'm comin [Chorus 2x] |