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Ah yeah, y'all know what time it is |
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Tear the club up boys back up in this motherfucker |
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Y'all know what time it is, we gettin' it crunk for the motherfuckin' '97' |
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Biiootch |
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Y'all can't handle this motherfuckin' shit |
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It's on for the '97 motherfucker |
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Nine nickel in two pennies |
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Ain't no toms was a nigga words clearly biiootch |
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We finna do this motherfuckin' shit like thiis... |
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[koopsta knicca] |
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I ain't rollin' oxy fours, come and go i'm lookin' for |
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Bustin' through the cut with the skeemask on you funky hoes |
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Wood grain chevy thangs, hearin' (...?...) boomerangs |
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Burbon with that (..?..) mane, with the gear mane, i ain't playin' |
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I'm insane gone get you with that killin' |
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Murder, death, kill now i'm flexin' in your lexus |
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Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the corner |
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Then i holler at your women, turn the fire (.....?.....) |
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Foolish ass punk, makin' noise in my trunk |
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Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and them speed bumps |
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Thump, thump, thump, finna get him can you feel me |
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Three for my pump, in the destine in the meanin' |
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Itchin' for a killin' nigga for i kill a man |
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Didn't want to hit'em, but that bitch kept playin' with mine |
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As i tried to stop'em, but he kept on runnin' low |
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Killin' his ass before he got to the door |
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Chorus 2x |
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[lord infamous] |
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Nigga's up in the (..?..) wait till lord infamous kick in the door |
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So just ever your way wipe the crest of your feet on the floor |
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So get ultra and buck in this hoe |
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Bitches get (...?...)cause it's going down right about now |
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Tearin' and riot (?) cause we comin' straight from the rowdy ass south |
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Crank up this bitch, shake like a natural disaster, earthquake to blow up the |
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Scale |
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Name was the triple 6, end of the world we can enter this bitch (...?...) |
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Next time we gonna fuck up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots break out |
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So people (...?...) like the war started and ended now |
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[juicy j] |
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I'm takin' care of my motherfuckin' business, i ain't goin' bitch |
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Nigga's claimin' killa all the time but ain't did shit |
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Flodgin' round town, talkin' about what you gonna do |
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Knowin' if you step up to this pimpin' it's a murder fool |
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Never try to dodge a nigga cause i let my nuts hangs, strapped |
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With the smith and wesson if i have to bring the pain, bring the pain |
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Bring the game, nigga we gone get it on |
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Smokin' motherfuckers in the night until the early morn' |
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Chorus 2x |
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[gangsta boo] |
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Now it's time to get buck wild, nigga's on that chris style |
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While my nigga paul and rowdy chris head to funkytown |
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Baby come and get it crunk |
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What's up, what you scared or somethin' |
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Loddy, doddy party fuckin' hardy till you fuck up somethin' |
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Fuck the fuckin police bitch, you can't fade the triple six |
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Once they see how crunk we get it they gone want to join this shit |
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We gone get it crunk, nigga keep it crunk, stayin real |
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Always smokin' scopin' motherfuckers tryin' to keep a meal, big baby |
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[dj paul] |
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Time to tear the club up thugs, back up in this hoe |
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Nigga thought we was washed up but we got plenty more |
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Aimin' at your ass, once again for the nine nickel and a couple of pennies |
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My words clearly, tom's in so you can hear me |
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You know the loco break the law but that was '95 |
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Mystic styles worldwide hoes realize |
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Chris got the mossberg but they ain't dead yet |
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The three 6 gonna be alive till we get it crunk |
