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He's Yukmouth [ CHORUS ] |
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He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out |
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He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out, thugged out |
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Yukmouth, he's thugged out |
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He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out, thugged out |
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If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands |
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If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands |
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If you're thuggin and you know it |
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When you're hustlin, nigga, show it |
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If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands |
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But if you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet |
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But if you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet |
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But if you're ballin and you know it |
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Shot-callin and you show it |
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If you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet [ VERSE 1 ] |
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Yukmouth pursue the |
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Benjamins, the future like |
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Timbaland |
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Eat shrooms like |
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Eminem, pop |
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X like Lil' |
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Kim Hot sex to gentlemans puffin |
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Havana Bring ya drugs to |
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Atlanta if you don't fuck with bammer |
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You only fuck with chron', be poppin |
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Cris Don You rockin |
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Big John's, your watch is glistenan |
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You ain't watchin the |
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Pistons inside your dot six'n |
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You got a hot chicken who never stops lickin |
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I smoke the hash to ashes, my click be draggin tatted |
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I probably pop a tablet but never fuck with acid |
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My bitches be the baddest, petite with fat asses |
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Proceed to stack the cabbage, till we in lavish mansions |
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Aiyo, I toast to that, my niggas toast to that |
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Cause I was broker back in the days wearin crocker sacks |
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Now I smoke doja sacks, |
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I'm never goin back |
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I got the house, the |
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Jaguar and the |
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Rover, black [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2 ] |
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You like menage-a-trois, you fuck with exotic broads |
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You drive exotic cars, you smoke chronic by the jars |
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Your platinum teeth diamond, your platinum piece diamond |
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You on them streets rhymin, you makin g's timin |
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You slap a bitch out, you slap a nigga out |
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You slap a pimp out, you slap a trick out |
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Pistol-whip a snitch down, get hit with a pistol |
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We sippin |
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Cris now, my niggas rich now |
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We at them play-offs, baby, we at the |
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Super Bowl |
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We in Las |
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Vegas, baby, fight night as usual |
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I switch and gatored out, gaffled and papered out |
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Pull stretch |
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Navigators out, |
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TV-/PlayStation-ed out |
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Y'all niggas hate us now, two thou |
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I say this now |
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Jackers wanna lay me down, rappers wanna spray me down |
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But they can't fuck with |
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Yuk cause |
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I'm a Thug |
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Lord That's gon' bring em that hardcore if they want more [ VERSE 3 ] |
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You fly to |
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Cancun, you take flights to |
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Jamaica You love them damn shrooms, you love |
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Garcia Vegas |
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You take flights to the |
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Bahamas, you fight your baby mama |
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That child payment drama, then flipped her a new |
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Mercedes, partner |
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You're not a |
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Captain Save |
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Her cause hoes be pullin capers |
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You smoke 'dro different flavors, |
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X Men like |
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Doctor and |
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Xavier Pop pills like |
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Christian |
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Slater, you on a mission, player |
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You always spendin paper, fuck ice, we gettin glaciers |
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My neck bling-blingin, |
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Rolex bling-blingin 20" bling-blingin, my set bling-blingin But if it was back in the days I'd take a nigga bling Take a nigga ring, break and make a nigga scream I was slingin powder sacks, I'm where them dollars at Till I holler back at niggas that sip more syrup than Project Pat Now I fuck with Rap-A-Lot, I hit the jackpot We like to scrap a lot, so busters keep your gats cocked [ CHORUS ] |
