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Mase |
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Harlem World, Money Talks Soundtrack |
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Feels So Good |
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f/ Puff Daddy |
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You ready Mase? |
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Party people |
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In the place to be |
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It's about that time |
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For us to |
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Yeah, uh-huh |
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First Verse: |
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Yo, what you know about goin out? |
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Head wet, red Lex |
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TV's all up in the headrest |
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Try and live it up |
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Ride into |
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Bigger truck |
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Peace all |
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Glittered up |
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Sticker kid |
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Nigga what? Jig with the cut |
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Sip Cris, spit it up |
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Hoes ride, get your nut |
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Till I can't get it up |
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I'm a big man, give this man room |
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I'ma hit everything, from Cancun to man's tomb |
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Why you standin' on the wall? |
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Hangin' on your balls |
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Lighting up drugs |
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Always fightin' in the club |
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I'm the reason they made the dress code |
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They figure I wouldn't wild when I'm in my French clothes |
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Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes |
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Neck full of gold, but gets in my Rolls |
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Reck shows, collect those, extra O's |
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Buy an E, get a key, to the Lex |
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To hold, East, West, every state |
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Come on, bury the hate |
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Millions the only thing |
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We in the area to make |
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Better friend or ex-friend |
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In a Lex or a Benz |
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Let's begin |
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Bring this BS to an end |
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Come on |
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Chorus: |
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Bad, bad, bad, bad boy |
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You make me feel so good |
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You know you make me feel so good |
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You know you make me feel so good |
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Bad, bad, bad, bad boy |
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I wouldn't change you if i could |
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I wouldn't change you if i could |
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I wouldn't change you if i could |
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Verse Two: |
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You can't understand, we be |
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Ride kinky, sippin' DP |
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To the TV, look greedy |
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Little kids see me, way out in DC |
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With a Z3, chrome VB's |
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They wanna be me |
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Nigga's talkin' shit |
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They ought to quit |
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I'm fortunate |
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They don't see a fourth what I get |
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And those be the same ones walkin' while I whip |
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Just started seing cars |
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Cause they alternate |
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So while you daydream |
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Mama's city gleam |
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And I deal with hoes |
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That pose |
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In Maybeline |
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One time you had it all |
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I ain't mad at ya'll |
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Now give me the catalog |
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I'll show you how daddy ball |
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Six cars in power |
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The five big stars |
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Phillip, C, O, Chaz smokin' on cigars |
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Nigga |
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It's like ya'll |
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Be talkin' funny |
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I don't understand language |
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In people with short money |
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Come on |
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Chorus |
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Verse Three: |
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Do Mase got the ladies? Yeah, yeah |
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Do Puff drive Mercedes? Yeah, yeah |
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Take hits from the 80's? Yeah, yeah |
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But do it sound so crazy? Yeah, yeah |
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Well me personally |
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It's nuthin' personal |
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I do what work for me |
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You do what work for you |
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And I dress with what I was blessed with |
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Never been arrested |
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For nuthin domestic |
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And I chill |
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They way you met me |
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With a jet ski |
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Attached to a SE |
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Smoke my Nestle |
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No mad rap |
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Ask Cat |
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Where my check be? |
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Problem with ya'll |
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I say it directly |
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Went from hard to sweeps |
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Started to eat |
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From no hoes at shows |
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To manaj in suites |
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Now I be the cat |
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That be hard to meet |
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Gettin' head from girls |
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That used to hardly speak |
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Come on |
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Chorus 5X |
