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One, one, one, one, one |
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One, one, one, one, one |
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Whooo-eee! |
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(Hey, hey you!) |
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Ain't nothin' for me to come through and shut the club down |
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Walk through the club me and mug haters down |
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Drop a stack at the bar, a hundred Louis thirteen |
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Posted up camouflage down to my feet, feet |
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They lookin' at me like, who is, who is he? |
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I straighten up yo boy, he raised in teh streets |
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My name's Ramone and you can spell it when I step in yo room |
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Take VI, Chevy go zoom |
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I hit the club with a mug so mean |
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Got them niggas like who the fuck is that |
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Then I hopped up out the car so clean |
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Got them niggas like who the fuck is that |
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I'm like right, left, back, forth |
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Yeah I got the money, nigga that's of course |
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Hit the stage with a b-boy stance |
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The club owner like who the fuck is that |
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Hey, hey, you, you |
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Get it quick, wanna jack |
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No way, no way |
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No slack |
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Hey, hey, you, you |
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Get it quick, wanna jack, no slack |
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Rich Boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack |
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Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac |
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Took it to the chop shop |
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Got the damn top dropped two colored flip flopped |
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Candy red lollipop |
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There's hoes in the parking lot |
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But i still got my glock cocked |
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New money motherfucker don't you see the big knot |
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Don't you see the big chain |
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Don't you see the big rims |
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Wonder who they hatin' on lately |
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Baby it's him candy paint, |
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Gator skin seats call me Dun Dee |
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pope in your hood I'm the one that you wanna be |
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Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83 |
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Ridin' with no tint so the motherfuckers know it's me |
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Rich Boy sellin' crack |
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Fuck niggas wanna jack |
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Shit tight no slack |
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Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!) |
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Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!) |
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Just bought a Cadillac |
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Rich boy sellin' crack |
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Wanna jack |
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No slack |
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Sellin' crack |
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Wanna jack |
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No slack |
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Lil mama, it's ya boy Youngin |
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G5 dippin, lui vuitton luggage (ay) |
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Gotta love it, ya boy so fly |
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All the ladies go (ohhh) when a nigga go by. |
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Gucci on the feet, Marc Jacob on the thigh |
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She wanna ride or die with ya boy in the shi. |
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That's right, so I let her kiss the prince |
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so boyfriend, she ain't missed him since. |
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And everybody say, I remember way back when |
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And everybody say, I remember way back when |
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And everybody say, I remember way back when |
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And everybody say, I remember way back when |
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And everybody say, I remember way back when |
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And everybody say, I remember way back when |
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And everybody say, I remember way back when |
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And everybody say, I remember way back when |
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With a little bit of gold and a pager |
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We don't give a fuck |
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With a little bit of gold and a pager |
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We don't give a fuck |
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Hey! |
