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[** feat. Pleasure P & Rico Love:] |
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[Intro: ~Rico Love~ {Fat Joe}] |
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Hello...* |
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(Coca) |
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Aloha... |
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(Crills Mania) |
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It's Love... |
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(Yeah) |
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Turn the lights on! |
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[Hook: ~Pleasure P~ {Fat Joe}] |
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I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip, |
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I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit, |
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220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip, |
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Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits, |
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They say |
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Hello, hello, hello, aloha, |
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Because they know that I'm the shit, |
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They say |
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Hello, hello, hello, aloha, |
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Aloha, (Yeah!) because I'm so fly, |
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[Verse 1: ~Fat Joe~] |
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I'm supa dupa fly, you can call me Missy's boo, |
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Pull up in the SLR, have all the mamis sick of you, |
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All them college credits, you can throw them things away, |
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You ain't gonna be needin' a job, you fuckin' with Jose! |
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Heyy, hello, hello, aloha, |
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I go hard, I'm so fly, we so hot, they so not, |
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Shiiiit, them other niggas is lame, |
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Seat you on the sidelines, time to put you in the game, |
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Coca be the name, party's up in Diddy's house, |
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Pushed her through the door, set to show her what the city 'bout, |
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Touched a couple blocks, got the dough and skate off, |
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And just like Bernie, me and my baby Mad-off |
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Hello! |
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[Hook: ~Pleasure P~ {Rico Love}] |
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I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip, |
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I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit, |
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220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip, |
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Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits, |
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They say |
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Hello, hello, hello, aloha, (Aloha!) |
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Because they know that I'm the shit, |
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They say |
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Hello, hello, hello, aloha, |
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Aloha, (It's Love!) because I'm so fly! |
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(Turn the lights on!) |
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[Verse 2: Rico Love] |
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Try to play me short, I'm a fuck around and fade a bitch, |
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Fresh up off the porch on that Kool-Aid and them tater chips, |
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Don't fuck with lames, 'cause they be on that hater shit, |
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If you got a problem with me go ahead and say that shit! |
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I'm scuba-diving in Jamaica trick, |
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Put the mic down, I'm on that Anita Baker shit! |
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Or you could find me on the charts, |
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Or up in St. Barts racing European cars, |
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Screamin' "FUCK THE LAW" in by baby mama Roll, |
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And she my baby mama 'cause them other bitches flaw! |
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Ohhh, I'm what them other bitches call, |
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A muthafuckin' pimp, it's pimpin' when I'm involved, |
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Hello! |
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[Hook: Pleasure P] |
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I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip, |
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I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit, |
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220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip, |
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Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits, |
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They say |
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Hello, hello, hello, aloha, |
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Because they know that I'm the shit, |
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They say |
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Hello, hello, hello, aloha, |
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Aloha, because I'm so fly! |
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[Verse 3: Fat Joe] |
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Now tell me why these haters wanna see the end of Joe? |
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Honestly, I'm runnin' out of ways to send my dough, |
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I'm burnin' down the stores, I'm such a shopaholic, |
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Whatcha know it ain't trickin if you really got it! |
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Louis scarfs, Louis frames, Louis chucks, |
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Louis boxers, got all the Louis she wants, yeahhhhh! |
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And you ain't got nothin' for us, |
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Millions on the tourin' and the crib ain't gotta mortgage, |
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Yes I'm the rain man, must I remind you? |
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Throw it in the air, watch her spread it like the swine flu! |
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Haha, they say Joey on some other shit, |
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And if that bitch start actin' up, I go and grab my other bitch! |
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[Hook: Pleasure P] |
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I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip, |
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I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit, |
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220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip, |
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Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits, |
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They say |
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Hello, hello, hello, aloha, |
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Because they know that I'm the shit, |
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They say |
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Hello, hello, hello, aloha, |
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Aloha, because I'm so fly! |