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(feat. Mannie Fresh, Tateeze) |
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(Intro: Mannie Fresh) |
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Whoa! (watch ya self baby) |
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(yeah, yeah) |
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Yeah! this that one (ok) |
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(comin through, comin through) |
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Yeah! uh |
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(Chorus: Mannie Fresh (Tateeze)) |
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Chicken, fish, bossy outfits |
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Cadillac Escalades, with drop kits |
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Arrows on the grills, big spinnin wheels |
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And a Midwest girl, dressed in high heels, we |
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(Chi-Tooooooooown!) |
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(At its best) c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, woo! |
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(Chi-Tooooooooown!) |
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(Better wear that vest) |
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(Verse 1: Boo) |
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Hop in my Escalade and let's roll |
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Keep a pocket full of dough, cause my Midwest flow |
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Wrists stay glow, eyes stay low |
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You know I stay puffin on that stank, stank, oh! |
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(Gotti) |
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Now I came through the door, what did I see |
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A couple hot chicks, lookin at me |
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Like what's your name, and you with |
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Gotti the name, Cash Money the clique |
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(Boo) |
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Now when you cop that whip, you better put them stunnas on 'em |
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And I don't tickle my women, I spill Crisy on 'em |
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You see the jeans, 700 what I spent on 'em |
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That's ballin baby we got chips don't we |
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(Gotti) |
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Now when I throw a party it don't end 'til six |
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That's just how it is when you get this rich |
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You should be like damn I wanna get that whip |
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Now I got chips, I could buy a Six |
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(Chorus: w/ ad-libs) |
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(Verse 2: Gotti) |
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Throw on ya mink coat, wit ya shoppin stick |
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Don't make me pass the fifth, I got cash to get |
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Champagne like water, chicks flashin Cris |
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Got mo' game, when I crash in blitz |
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You can rock to this, or do the wat to this |
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Ballers, hustlers, chop ya bricks |
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Been a long time coming, got a lot to get |
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It adds to the snow, when we frost our wrist |
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(Boo) |
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Keep ya mind on ya money, pack an extra clip |
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Don't ever get fronted, so you don't know shit |
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If I don't know nothin, I know that strip |
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Doubled-up twice, now I got the brick |
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Yeah you love that shit, how ya boy so slick |
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And that cherry-red, Austin move so quick |
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Birdman, got a nigga on his flossin shit |
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Let's hit the club, and go toss a bitch, uh |
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(Chorus: w/ ad-libs) |
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(Verse 3: Boo) |
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Well I'ma hood cat, that love a hood rat |
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You can hit it in the truck, or the back of the 'Lac |
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If I get her mad, she would come right back |
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Just cop the Gucci hat, wit the shoes to match |
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(Gotti) |
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I love this flossin, I'm the big bossman |
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Never met defeat, cause I never loss man |
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When I'm at the streets, school is out and I'm playin |
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Now girls are fool whip, want juice on they hand |
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(Boo) |
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Dog keep it real, let ya game do the rest |
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Stay far from lames, don't settle for less |
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Listen to the hook, please keep that vest |
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This is CMR homie, at its best |
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(Gotti) |
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Cats try to be me, I just gotta be me |
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It's a fact actually, you gotta believe |
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I just rap to the beat, make you clap to the beat |
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Never left, so I ain't gotta go back to the streets |
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(Chorus) |
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(Outro) |
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(Boo) Better wear that vest |
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(Gotti) Cash Money or nothin |
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(Gotti) Who thought Fresh couldn't do it? |
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(Boo) Gotti, I don't know about you, but I'm ready to blow |
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(Boo) It's our time homie |
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(Gotti) Fresh you did it for us baby |
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(Gotti) We ain't have to look no where else |
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(Gotti) It was right here all the time baby |
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(Boo) Mannie Frezzle, hot sauce |
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(Gotti) Slim where you at? |
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(Gotti) Get you a cameo Slim |
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(Gotti) You gotta start comin out baby |
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(Gotti) Birdman love you boy |
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(Boo) Keep it pimpin Fresh |
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(Gotti) Pimp Mizzle |
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(Boo) I see you daddy |
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(Gotti) CMR big things '03 and forever |
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(Gotti) CMR or nothi |
