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You can't check me, you ain't my woman no more |
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I gave you a chance, I got bitches out there hoeing for |
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A real nigga, sharing his world and his fat checks |
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Now your ass ??? complaining while I'm chilling with them hoes next |
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The different when I rip, or the one I want to get with |
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Baby tripping, I'm dismissing a hoe for the next bitch |
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I'm rolling, like Kane in control, I navigate |
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Step to me, you respect me, must I reiterate? |
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You can't check me, I ain't that brother you're used to |
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Fade in the brain with that ??? attitude |
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Just because you got Papa Boo and the nuts I rest in |
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I ain't that nigga you can freak and be testing |
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Any questions? Yeah I can be a gentle man |
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But I'm a G baby, you can't get bent but I can |
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I want a real woman, not a groupie or a nut hoe |
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You can't check me, things ain't like the folks |
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[Tweed] |
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Oh yeah, ring around the hoes, and that's just how the story goes |
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And Playa Hamm out there stepping on toes |
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They puts 'em up their nose |
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But that's a whole nother episode |
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[Playa Hamm] |
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You can't check me, you need to sit back and observe this |
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And I don't give a fuck if I get on your nerves, bitch |
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Cause I'm living good, and you want what you can't have |
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Some you took for granted, so now you feel the wrath |
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For the half and hot laugh, I know you want a cut |
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I wouldn't give you the pleasure of tasting my nuts |
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I'd rather jack off (Bitch!) And serve it to the curb |
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Than give you any type of action like that you little birds |
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So now you get served, I know you homeboys is shocked |
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I bet you had them bitches thinking you still had me locked |
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But not the Playa Hamm, playing no favorites |
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Taking no prisoners, and I say baby I'm with this on hock |
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Is she in it to win it? She can't lose, you need naw ass |
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I draw the line, baby gon' bump it or go out with the trash |
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We got an understanding, and my true is gon' affect this |
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Already knew like you know now, you can't check me |
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[Tweed] |
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Aw yeah, either shit or get off the pot |
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And if you can't let ??? rock |
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Park your crab extention nails down the block |
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And take that busta-ass nigga with ya |
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[Playa Hamm] |
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You can't check me, sucka fall in, take your place |
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Cause we don't just eliminate boy, we erase |
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No trace of your purpotrating ass will they find |
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No clues, no witnesses, no body, no crime |
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My family and I are compelled to this realness |
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Sword to uphold PPC and its chillness |
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Yeah, I'm that nigga, that gravedigga figure |
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Take a sucker good care, I ain't have to pull the trigger |
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You'd better recognize what you're up against and blend in |
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My brothers already want your head in the den |
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Monkey-ass nigga, tuck your tail and your head roll |
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Go tell that to them chicks and them hoes |
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The players you think you got, got my back and I theirs |
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And like my classic Cadillac we gonna roll for years and years |
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So good luck, bucking young bolt, don't disrepect me |
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I'll play you like a pussy ho, you can't check me |
