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(feat. Big Tymers) |
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[Chorus ­ 3x] (Sung) |
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Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone |
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Why don't cha get the hell on out the do' |
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[Mannie Fresh] |
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He told me number three was cheap |
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Wit a chick, wit a stick, yeah them girls be freakin' |
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Checkin' in motels every other weekend |
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Say brah ­ I can't picture lil' one eatin' |
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Boy you ain't know ­ fo' sho' she creepin' |
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While she been tellin' me dog, she goin' to meetings |
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Meeting Kitty wit her mouth |
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That's what yo' chick 'bout |
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Man, pass me my asthma pump, put lil' one out |
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Sometimes I be likin' ­ when seenin' chicks dykin' |
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Pissin' on each other, mud wrestling, and fightin' |
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Hair everywhere, sratchin' and bitin' |
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Pass me my asthma pump again man, this *******t exciting |
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I be like, "let's get jumped" like a game of checkers |
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And I done cheat more chicks, than Nelly sold records |
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E.I, C.I, turn a chick out |
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Then give it to another chick and leave it up in her mouth |
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[Chorus ­ 2x] (Sung) |
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Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone |
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Why don't cha get the hell on out the do' |
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[Baby] |
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There's a story about a ******* named Sally |
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A hot girl, lived in that rat-hoe alley |
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She stayed sharp, stayed rockin' Balance |
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And a fat *******, laid down in the Cadi' |
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Back of the seat or back of the Palace |
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I'm a Hot Boy ­ it really don't matter |
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My brother K.C plays them tellers |
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That'll jump off, hit a stepper, whatever |
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Michael Kipper, James Peter got a big better |
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******* gotta a ******* in Miami ­ a *******-sweater |
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Like Delores from A.T.L, "The Freak of the Week" |
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She did me, Slim, Joe, and Tiki |
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I don't care, ******* just ride |
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Shake yo' *******, and shake yo' thigh |
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Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, it's time to ride |
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Baby girl lookin' at me like she surprise |
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[Chorus ­ 2x] (Sung) |
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Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone |
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Why don't cha get the hell on out the do' |
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[Mannie Fresh] |
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Let me tell you about another one of my lovers |
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I caught the ignorant chick pokin' holes in rubbers |
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Talkin' 'bout she late, sorry no wait |
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Girl you ****** me, Mike Tyson, and O.J |
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[Baby] |
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These hoes be pullin' they raw tactics |
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Baby makin' and jaw-jackin' |
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Mami suck ******* like a lowrider |
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Ooh-wee, don't stop her |
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[Mannie Fresh] |
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Thinkin' that I'ma claim that baby |
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Girl you coo-coo, stupid, dumb, and crazy |
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His eyes green, and his hair wavy |
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Thought you had me huh?, got me, playin' me |
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[Baby] |
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She movin' like a ******* hittin' switches |
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But I bet I'd hit that old *******tty |
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She a popper, H.G non-stopper |
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She from Uptown, baby girl don't knock her |
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[Chorus ­ till end] (Sung) |
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Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone |
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Why don't cha get the hell on out the do' |
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[Mannie Fresh ­ over chorus] (Talking) |
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Nah shawty, don't cry now |
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Get them old ass iron skates you left up under the bed |
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And them old ass pro cases that you had, and all them beta tapes |
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And get your old ass beeper |
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You know that beeper that look like a garage opener |
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The one that you had, get that *******t up out my drawer |
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and get on out of here |
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Yeah you got to leave, got to go |
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Get that rat coat, that old ass coat that you said was a mink |
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*******t ain't nothin' but a big ass nutria rat |
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Oh yeah, and get your cell phone |
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That big ass cell phone wit the car battery hooked up to it |
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The one that be causin' Cancer, you know that big ass |
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football you wear on your face, hurtin' and *******t |
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Get your old ass cell phone |
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And get them Chic Jeans, that Jamaica Joe *******rt, and |
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them Hearochees that yo' ass was wearing when you came here |
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And them big fake ass "Salt-N-Peppa" earrings |
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You know them earrings Salt-N-Peppa had in the 80's |
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You better get them ******* up outta here too |
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And get them footy socks, the ones wit the ******* in the back |
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That's yours too, you need to get that, get on outta here |
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You know what i'm sayin', I use to love you, I don't love you no more |
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Don't like you no more, none of that, you know what I'm sayin' |
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And get your Cutlass keys |
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Get your old ass Cutlass, the one that we parked off the block |
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You know what I'm sayin', 'cause I didn't want it in my driveway |
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'cause it was leakin' oil |
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Get your old ass Cutlass key's and get in your Cutlass and ride out |
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Yeah, you hood roach, you ain't even a rat, you a roach |
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Yeah! |
