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You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em |
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Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em |
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Take 'em out the hood |
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Keep 'em looking good |
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But I don't fuckin' feed em |
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First time they fuss I'm breezin' |
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Talking 'bout what's the reasons |
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I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch |
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Better trust and believe 'em |
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In a cut where I keep 'em |
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'Til I need a nut |
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'Til I need to be (in) the guts |
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The it's beep-beep and I'm pickin 'em up |
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Let 'em play with the dick in the truck |
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Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist incuffs |
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Divorce him and split his bucks |
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Just because you got good head |
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I'mma break bread |
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So you can be livin' it up |
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Shit I part's wit nothin |
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Y'all be frontin' |
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Me give my heart to a woman |
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Not for nothin' never happen' |
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I'll be forever mackin' |
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Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion |
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I got no patience and I hate waitin' |
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Hoe get your ass in |
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And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE |
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Check 'em out now |
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RI-I-I-I-I-IDE |
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Yeah |
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And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE |
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Check em out now |
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RI-I-I-I-I-IDE |
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Yeah |
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We doin' big pimpin, we spendin' cheese (Check 'em out now ) |
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Big pimpin' |
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On B.L.A.P.'s |
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We doin' big pimpin' up in NYC |
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It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and B.U.N.B. |
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big pimpin, we spendin' cheese |
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We doin' big pimpin' |
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On B.L.A.P.'s |
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Check em out now |
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Nigga it's the big southern rappin pimp Presario |
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Coming straight up out the black bar-io (bar-rio) |
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Makes a Mil up off a sorry hoe |
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Then sit back and peep my scenario |
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Oops, my bad, that's my scenario |
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No I can't fuck a scary hoe |
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Now every time, every place, everywhere we go |
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Hoe's start pointing and say "There he go!" |
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Now these muthafuckas know we carry more heat than a little bit |
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We don't pull it out over little shit |
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And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit |
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Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up your vocab |
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Don't be surprised if your hoe steps out wit' me |
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And you see us coming downon yo' slab |
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Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it |
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But nigga if you hate now, then you wait while |
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I get your bitch butt naked |
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Just break it |
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You gotta play like you ain't wet with two pairs of clothes on |
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Now get your ass to the back |
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As I fly to the track Timbaland let me spit my pro's on |
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Pump it up in the pro-zone |
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That's the track that we breaking these hoes on |
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Hate the track that we flow's on |
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But when the shit get's hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone |
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We keep hoes crunk like Trigga-man |
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Who really don't get no bigger man |
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Don't trip, let's flip, then throw it on the flip |
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Then blow with the muthafuckin' Jigga-man |
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Fool |
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We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese |
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We be big pimpin' on B.L.A.P.'s |
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We be big pimpin' down in PAT |
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It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and B.U.N.B. |
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Cause we be big pimpin', spendin' cheese |
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We be big pimpin' on B.L.A.P.'s |
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We be big pimpin' down in PAT |
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It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and B.U.N.B. |
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Nigga |
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Uh, smoky-eyed, torn up, keepin' it lit up in my cup |
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All my cars got leather and wood |
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In my hood, they call it buck |
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Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall |
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If he up, watch him fall |
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Nigga I can't fuck with y'all |
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If I wasn't rapping baby I would still be ridin' Mercedes |
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Chromin', shinin', sippin' daily |
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No rest until whitey pays me |
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Uh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys |
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Comin' down in candied toys, smokin' weed and talkin' noise |
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We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese |
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We be big pimpin' on B.L.AP.'s |
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We be big pimpin' down in PAT |
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It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and B.U.N.B. |
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Cause we be big pimpin', spendin' cheese |
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We be big pimpin' on B.L.A.P.'s |
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We be big pimpin' down in PAT |
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It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and B.U.N.B. |
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Nigga |