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作词 : Jones, Patterson |
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Verse 1： |
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These ******s be actin' like i ****** |
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And didn't call 'em for weeks |
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Like they wantin' a ****** ****** |
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In between they butt cheeks |
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They staight *******y |
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Without their bleedin' and kotexes |
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The villain that go to texas |
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****** got a plan full of o's and x's |
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What's yo' game plan? |
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******s be sayin' you sabotagin' me |
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But yo' ******* be suckin' my ******, |
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She be tellin me that you dodgin' me |
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Like piazza, a ****** gots ta, |
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Keep my roster, with ******* slidin' home, |
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No lickin' yo' *******t, yo' ******* is gone |
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******s be thinkin' they makaveli, |
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Tryin' to bring drama |
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Soon as these ******s whoop that ass, |
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You talkin' dear mama... |
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But face to face, these ******s be cheesin' like velveeta, |
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Lookin smoked out, |
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Hitin mo' pipes than peter |
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Stuck with broke hoes, broke ?? and ?? |
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*******es that they be ******', |
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Used up and sideways |
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Stretck marks for days, |
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She about two-hun, |
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Gotta get pissy drunk, |
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To ****** her and have fun |
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[chorus] |
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These ******s and hoes act the same, |
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Can't tell em apart, |
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Always runnin 'round |
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Lookin for some *******t to start. |
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These ******* run they mouth, |
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******, constantly |
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All in mine, ****** |
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All the time |
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It aint my fault |
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That yo' punk ass broke |
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Mad, cuz you only got |
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Stress to smoke. |
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I heard that *******t that you was plottin' |
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****** you can try |
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To ****** with mc ren, |
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But you must be high |
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Verse 2: |
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******s be high because |
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They workin 9 to 5 |
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But the villain be hibernatin' |
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Wakin up at 5... pm |
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You see them ******s be *******y because |
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I wont let 'em up on my team |
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And give 'em a title like hakeem, |
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I'm peelin' caps like tangerines |
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Tellin' ******s i should |
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Break 'em off chips |
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Get 'em in clubs free |
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And take 'em on trips |
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Free-loadin' ass ******s |
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Lose all they sense |
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When they think they gon' floss |
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Off my expense |
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******s be goin' corner to corner |
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Bringin' up the bill |
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Askin questions like the popos |
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Tryin to see if i made a mill' |
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Then they take that weak *******t |
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Back to they home fo' pillow ?? |
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She shakin' her head like you tellin the truth |
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But she want yo' ass to walk |
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What the ****** you expected? |
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Always *******in' at me |
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When she ******' yo' ass, |
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****** she be seein me. |
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Go look in the room, |
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A costume, fo' haloween, |
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Of that black ******, you know who |
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So you can live yo' dream |
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*chorus* |
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Verse 3: |
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I hear yo' ho punk ******* talkin' *******t, |
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Tryin' to have some say |
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Tellin' other hoes they wouldn't |
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Give me no time of day |
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Still livin with they mommy |
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She babysittin' while you ****** |
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Gettin county cheques and money |
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From them ******s that you ****** suckin |
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But ******, why these ******* all in mine? |
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Why, ******, hearin bull*******t all the time? |
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Hoes from high school be wi*******n |
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They coulda got wit this ****** |
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You know how they be in the car-hop clicks, |
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Mutha******' tricks |
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Now these hoes jockin' |
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Like all up on my style |
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You broke *******, |
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How you like me now? |
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Actin' like makin' cheese is a mutha******' crime |
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If i said 'drop yo' panties', |
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******* you drop em in a dime |
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*chorus* |