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Black-Ty, David Banner, Lil Scrappy |
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Down South what you scared of, ******** WHAT!! |
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As soon as I walked in the club |
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I start lookin for a girl who suck ************ like she made it up |
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I know you out there somewhere |
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Baby don't keep it to yourself, share |
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To all the freaks let me see ya |
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Drop it like it's hot and make me a believer |
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I know, there's a whole lot of freaks in the Dirty Dirty |
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Muh'********s gettin high feelin flirty flirty |
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Dem Down South boys be the craziest |
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Dem West Coast boys be scandalous |
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Dem Midwest ********z be dangerous |
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The East Coast boys doin it big |
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When I leave the club I got my Cadillac on 24's |
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Sittin outside, chrome-plated from the West side |
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To all you ************-ass haters you ain't gutter |
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I triple-dare you to cross the line muh'******** |
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You scared, you scared |
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You scared mother******** you scared (******** WHAT!) |
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Who scared, who scared |
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Who scared mother******** who scared (******** WHAT!) |
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You scared, you scared |
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You scared mother******** you scared (******** WHAT!) |
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Who scared, who scared |
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Who scared mother******** who scared (******** WHAT!) |
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(C'mon) You a part-time rapper, full-time fag lover |
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Should I throw up threes, throw a rock, every mother******** |
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get naked, lay yo' rich ************ ass on the flo' |
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But you already dropped up but I want some mo' |
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Cash get it out from yo' ass, laugh with a money bag |
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And catch a quick toe tag, ho, ass, ********! |
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And ain't no rappers gettin acquitted |
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************t you scared don't admit it or catch a slug in yo' fitted |
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Yea hey, hollow-points like cue ********, bank at |
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Off yo' forehead, still watch it run through |
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Man I'm crunk like some white boys sippin Mountain Dew |
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Coppin Viag', I like yo' sister, say no |
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Cause I jump off in a six-fo' and dump on a ho |
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******** get down on the flo' and yell \"There that ******** go!\" |
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And I hunt y'all the truth, I don't give a ******** about yo' flag |
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I ain't never gang bang, I just rob you for yo' cash punk, ******** |
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You scared, you scared |
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You scared mother******** you scared (******** WHAT!) |
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Who scared, who scared |
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Who scared mother******** who scared (******** WHAT!) |
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Ay, ay, ay, Scrap, ay (c'mon) |
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Yeah I'm posted in the club, on the Patron |
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I'm in the corner shawty leave me alone (ohh) |
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And the security keep trippin, he gon' get a ass whippin |
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I'ma hit him on up with the chrome |
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Shawty now it's on, I tried to increase the peace |
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But these hatin ass ********z done release the beast |
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Yeah I'm back (yeah I'm back) couldn't hail a cab |
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But that don't mean shawty I won't whup yo' ass |
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Hang him over my head in a torture rack |
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Make his stomach see the other ****** side of the bag |
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But I don't think you want that kind of trouble man |
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And you don't look like you got a gun in your hand |
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You average, I hit you up across yo' cabbage |
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Take yo' girl with me cause she a bad ************ |
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Scream at me Black-Ty, get it crackin |
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That what happenin - Zone 3 |
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You scared, you scared |
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You scared mother******** you scared (******** WHAT!) |
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Who scared, who scared |
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Who scared mother******** who scared (******** WHAT!) |
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C'mon - AHHHH! Black-Ty! |
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Lil Scrappy, David Banner, YEAH! |
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Frontline Boyz, makin all that noise! |
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He ain't playin right |