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"Watch out now" |
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Yea, yeah, uh, uh |
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Mm, mm |
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Get money, get money |
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(Get, get money, get money) |
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(Get, get money, get money) uh, uh |
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(Get) |
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Get money, get money |
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(Get that money) |
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(Get) |
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Get money, get money |
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Yeah, get money, get money, "Listen to the first verse" |
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"Watch out now" |
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Aiyo my song's on, I gotta get my grub on some to, to |
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(I love to, to) |
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Order three buckets of mo', mo' |
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We gettin' more dough, off the books |
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(You gettin' gelly) |
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Pullin' more hoes off the looks |
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(You gettin' gelly) |
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You wan' hate me? 'Cause your wifey, wants a autograph? |
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From the look in her eyes, I can see she wants more than that |
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When I see fat asses I make fat passes like quarterback |
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Beatnuts is alla that, your ************t, all the wack |
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Open candela, if you foolin' wit mah cheddah |
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Hardrock, ever since, junior high suela |
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Fly fella, takin' my beats, to make your crowd get up |
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I'm fed up, *******z wanna bring it, whatever |
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I'ma storm your parade blow your legs off |
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(Parade) |
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With a grenade, now you flappin', like a mermaid |
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Yappin' off, ************ you cough at the lips |
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While I'm at the bar, baggin', the bartender tips |
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Then I bag this chick, with a, "Hi," and the eye |
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She did the butterfly, rubbin' her ass, against my buttonfly |
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I could already imagine my ************t stuck inside |
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Everytime I strike, haters be like, "Dat ******* guy" |
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How's that yo? It's hard for you to swallow |
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It don't take much for us to let the metal holla |
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Lead's bustin' out of a old black Impala |
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Thug ******* only ******* wit, muchacha malla |
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Big Ju, dime lo conllo, how we do? How we do? |
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(How we do) |
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(How the girl don't only love me, they love you) |
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Whatchu gonna do? |
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(What, what, what?) |
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******* whatchu gonna do? |
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(What, yo) |
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Here's to my pollyin' *******z who campaign |
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To the killers who be lovin' the chicas and champagne |
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Thugs who get wild in the club and snatch chains |
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Players who be pimpin' the hoes with no brains |
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Front watch a ******* get shot from close range |
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The most range, crazy mother****** won't change |
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Beatnuts, forever die hard, you want pain? |
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'Cause you walkin' outta here breathin' is insane |
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Flip a beat fast, you leave the club with a heat rash |
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You got a weak stash, came in the club with a free pass |
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I ain't even know they made a Roley for your cheap ass |
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Makin' me laugh, you was in jail wearin' kneepads |
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Now the beef has, gotten over your head |
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It's over you dead, Ranger Rover, both of your legs |
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'Til both of us said, platinum gettin' took this year |
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'Cause for real, there ain't nothin' but crooks in here, ******* |
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How's that yo? It's hard for you to swallow |
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It don't take much for us to let the metal holla |
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Lead's bustin' out of a old black Impala |
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Thug ******* only ******* wit, muchacha malla |
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Big Ju, dime lo conllo, how we do? How we do? |
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(How we do) |
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(How the girl don't only love me, they love you) |
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Whatchu gonna do? |
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(What, what, what?) |
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******* whatchu gonna do? |
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(What, yo) |
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Beatnuts last line |
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"Whatcha gon' do when Beatnuts come through baby" |
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(Get money, get money) |
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Psycho Les |
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(Get money, get money) |
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Big Ju |
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(Get money, get money) |
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Beatnuts |
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(Get money, get money) |
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(Get money, get money) |
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(Get money, get money) |
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Throw your hands up, throw your hands up |
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(Get money, get money) |
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Throw your hands up, throw your hands up |
