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What you rhyme mayne? |
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You always spend |
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G's How much cash you got that you can lend me? |
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Think I'll pay you back, think you flossin hard |
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When you ridin down the strip in yo' boss's car? |
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With your silver chain on and your fake diamonds |
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Cain't do it right but you stay tryin |
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You got big dreams, to hit a lick quick |
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And buy a brand new house, but you ain't get shit |
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Wouldn't even know what to do if you had bread |
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How to be a baller - can you pass the test? |
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There's more than one way to hit the top |
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Trunk full of dope nigga don't get stopped |
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Take it to the house and bag it up |
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Make that money and stack it up |
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Or spend it all in one place, what you want from me? |
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I can't tell you how to run yo' company |
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And don't start bitchin bout |
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Too $hort |
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What the fuck |
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I wanna listen to you fo'? |
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Look at you, you ain't all that successful |
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Them plates ain't made out of |
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Cristal You just regular, plain ol' frontin |
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You come from nowhere and you don't claim nuttin |
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Stop bein phony, actin hella hard |
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Girl at the mall, maxin your credit card |
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Answer your cell phone, now you smilin |
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Talk to your girl, man it's been a while |
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Since she left to go shoppin, girl where you at? |
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She out havin lunch with a player mack |
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I'm in the background, don't trip partner |
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Just munchin on the lunch that your bitch bought me |
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She don't love you, she just used to you |
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Got your mom and them wonderin what she do to you [Chorus:] |
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I don't pay hoes, |
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I turn 'em |
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I teach hoes, you learn 'em |
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How we get them hoes, don't concern 'em |
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The old fashioned way, we earn 'em |
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I been in the game, |
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I did it I'm true to the game, |
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I'm so committed |
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I got a lot of hoe money, where you get it |
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The old fashioned way, |
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I just spit it |
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I'm pimpish, |
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I never let hoes pimp me |
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I let one bitch get me, and instantly |
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She dipped to |
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Mexico, I'ma get you hoe |
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I'ma find you and check you like a physical |
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I'm not a doctor, but |
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I cut a bitch open |
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With this game have her broken never quit hoein |
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A bad habit, |
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I picked up along the way |
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Break a bitch, and make a new song every day |
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I do my own thing, |
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I'm original |
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I was "Born to Mack" when |
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I came in the do' |
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Just so you know, |
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I got the game from the |
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East Lake |
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Merritt(?) to |
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Sobranny(?) in them |
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East Oakland streets |
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Took my game on the road, became a millionaire |
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Tell the world get ready for a real player |
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And so it happened, |
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I grabbed the mic and start rappin |
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Make that money keep stackin |
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I made a new album, fourteen times |
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Hoes screamin out |
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Too $hort keep rhymin |
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I got rich screamin |
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BITCH My favorite word; |
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I hear it on - |
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E'RYBODY shit |
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And when they say it like me, |
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I couldn't want mo' |
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Send a special thanks out to yo' |
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Uncle $hort |
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Do yo' thang nephew, y'know |
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I'm down witcha |
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Stay strapped, watch yo' back, don't let the town getcha |
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And when you get mad, try to use your brain |
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Get some street etiquette, don't abuse the game |
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You know us real ones, you know we never bite |
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When these hoes start shit you know we never fight |
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Cause I'd be layin on the ground feelin real silly |
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All I did was fuck his bitch, that nigga still killed me |
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And even though |
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I know a sucker spent all his cash |
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Just so he could fuck and try to get some ass [Chorus] |
