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Yeah.. uh-huh, uh-huh-huh.. |
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Yeah |
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Yeah, yeah |
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This big 'Ball mayn, P. Diddy and MJG |
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We raw mayn (we raw) if pimp was a drug we'd O.D. (c'mon) |
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Got game for days - betta keep yo' broad away from a nigga like me |
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I likes to play (I likes to play) |
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Drop the top and feel the summer breeze (let's go) |
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I know you can get with that, flippin through the city |
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Bright lights and all my G's is out here rollin wit me (c'mon) |
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Big trucks, or fo'-deep in a old school |
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Lookin for the hoes, at a club - full of drunk fools |
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(WHAT WHAT WHAT?) Who wanna get it krunk non-stop |
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(WHO YOU WIT? WHO YOU WIT?) Yo chill fo' dem guns pop |
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Official player anthem, say what you drankin shorty? |
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Pop that Henn roll somethin let's get this party started |
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I roll with Bad Boys (Bad Boy) we like them bad girls (bad girls) |
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Them fast girls, them love to shake that ass girls (shake that ass) |
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Get with me, let's get a suite, order somethin to eat |
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Tell me things about you (c'mon) and I'll tell you things about me |
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(Let's go) |
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[Chorus: Faith Evans] |
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Sho' nuff ridin, won'tcha come roll with me |
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Come on, roll with me |
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We can put the top down on the highway and feel the breeze |
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We can feel the breeze |
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Baby we can kiss the sky, don't matter if we never come down |
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We ain't never comin down |
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From the N-Y-C and Memphis Tennessee is how it goes down.. |
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[P. Diddy] |
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(Uh-huh, yeah yeah) |
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Yeah, uhh |
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Let's blow the roof off (roof off) let's ride out (ride out) |
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Let's try to put these city lights out (lights out) |
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Just flow with me (flow with me) |
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It's Diddy with some niggaz that y'all know with me |
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(Who?) 8Ball & MJG (that's right) |
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We got it man (c'mon) from Harlem to Tennessee |
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Let's roll through 'em, how I call it is how I see it (that's right) |
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Let yourself go (self go) the way I keep it real |
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with a smile that reminds you of my Bentley front grill (ehehe) |
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Yes it's on again (c'mon) to a place near you |
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I'm lookin out my rearview, fresh gear too (yeah) |
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Holla at your man (holla at him) I'm clean and I'm tight (c'mon) |
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That's all day and night, these shoes fit me right |
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Just bendin corners - know just where you can find |
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me picture this (picture this) you only have to use yo' mind |
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What you know good (you know good) |
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It's your world and I'm just in it (what?) |
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It's just the way that God must have meant it |
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Speak of the man |
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[Chorus] |
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[MJG] |
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Pimp tyte! M-J-G |
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Fin' to get up on the mic with a passion |
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Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get her ass in |
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For the track, make my money |
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Bring it on back to the middle of the flo' |
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I want the whole stack |
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Plus I, need a little more, I gotta eat a little mo' |
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My seed gotta grow |
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I got a reason to flow, a reason to show |
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What I mean is I go |
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off like a champ, when I cling to the flo' |
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My twinkies shine when I hit the strip, 'llac dippin |
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Strictly pimpin, as long as tricks invest in women |
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From the Memphis Tenn., to the N-Y-C I'm representin |
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I put mo' spice into yo' life than yo' entire kitchen |
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Big dickin, chokin hoes with anaconda |
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If my pimpin was a drink it'd be a can of Thunder |
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I slang lumber, a spell I keep my women under |
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Through all seasons, they fall winter spring and summer |
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I hit the highway smoked out pistol grippin |
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But I ain't trippin though I'm high as hell, spaceship'n |
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[Chorus] - 2X |
