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EYYYYYYYYY! |
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[You don't wanna do dat! is heard in the background of the whole song] |
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[Trillville ad-libing in background] |
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YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! |
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[Chorus] |
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All that, talkin talkin talkin talkin talkin that shit |
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Talkin talkin talkin talkin talkin talkin that shit |
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Talkin talkin talkin talkin talkin talkin that shit |
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Talkin talkin talkin talkin talkin talkin that shit |
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Man up motherfucker, man UUUUUUUP |
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Man up motherfucker, man UUUUUUUP |
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Man up motherfucker, man UUUUUUUP |
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Man up motherfucker, man UUUUUUUP |
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[Don P.] |
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Now eve'body wanna fuckin have they own label |
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Wouldn't on the first shit to bring to the table |
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They in they own fantasy somethin like a fable |
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Handicap situations all disabled |
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I shut 'em down, like a computer |
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Cause ain't nobody fuckin wit the super producer |
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?Coreleone? (yea), Trill town representatives |
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(FUCK Don P!) Man some of y'all too sensitive |
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[*gun noises*] |
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But ya right, FUCK me! But ain't 'nam day you gon touch me |
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Talkin bout, "Don P, why you buckin? |
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Man you need to chill out get to the money" |
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.....I already got it! |
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And I'ma Trill nigga I handle ALL my problems |
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Besides, I'm all about respectin |
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I'ma man, before anybody checkin |
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[Chorus] |
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[Lil' Atlanta] |
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What you starin at? This ain't no free show |
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You gon make me cock back, hit ya ass in the door |
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You don't wanna do dat, hear dem thangs clit-clak |
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Goes in ya thru the front, comes out thru the back |
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Come and make my night! Love to talk but hate to fight |
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Was you a bitch? I was a bitch, it don't go away ova night |
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Man up motherfucker man up! |
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I told you once before motherfucker stand UP! |
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[Chorus] |
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[Dirty Mouth] |
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Now if you niggaz keep playin, you gon make a nigga tear a hole |
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Right thru yo chest, is yo flesh, I can see yo soul |
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You don't wanna DO dat! I'ma hit you wit a bat |
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Talkin all dat shit nigga and I'ma hit you wit da gack |
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Seventeen times out da barrel on my .45 |
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Four plus five equals nine goin thru yo spine |
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Sit yo ass down hoe! Make a move you gotta go |
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Erase you off da map and beat yo ass at yo own show |
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Ain't playin no games wit you lames when it comes to gangsta shit |
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Throwin up my middle finger, grabbin on my own dick |
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Niggaz thank they slick take yo pick, which one you WANT |
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Bullets flyin thru yo house or goin straight thru yo door? |
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Make yo ass choke wit different strokes of my hand movements |
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Say dat your a G, in these streets, man you gotta prove in |
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Next, time I see you talkin talkin shit |
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I'ma rearrange yo mouth and put yo ass in a ditch, BITCH |
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[Chorus] |
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[You don't wanna do dat!] |
