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feat. Jay Tee, Mac Dre |
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[Miami] Yeah |
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You done brought your bathwater, this body parts |
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Your ugly bitch |
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But you ain't brought no Hennessy man |
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And we did bring the Hennessy |
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It was the one with pork in it |
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We don't drink pork |
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Bitch |
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Privilege in |
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A pork |
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[Mac Dre] But did you bring that Hennessy |
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[Miami] But did you bring that Hennessy |
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[Mac Dre] But did you bring that Hennessy |
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[Both] But did you bring that Hennessy |
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[Verse 1: Mac Dre] |
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I left mamacita in the taqueria |
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Half Selena |
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Half Aaliyah |
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Bitch little thang, with a sexy little swing |
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Got on the thang like eat the vi cream |
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Started spittin' game, mayne, I got words |
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Rap your ear off, til I get on your nerves |
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I say somethin' (???) never heard |
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Like, "I'm, fly as a wings on the |
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Humming bird" |
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What you runnin' for, girl, I don't bite |
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Let the game hit a bitch, chicks, I don't bite |
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I don't got all night |
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Get ya thing together |
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Tell your guide, bye |
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Get some brain together |
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I mean, it's whatever |
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I don't see no limits |
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To be the biggest thing since the fall of the menace |
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Kick yards like Emit from here to Tennessee |
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And oh yeah |
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Baby, bring that Hennessy |
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Chorus: Mac Dre |
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I brought that hoe, slim chicks and bad hoes |
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And backwood blitz |
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For that, tobacco (But did you bring that Hennessy) |
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Three kegs, freaks that give head |
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Treats and beach beads |
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Petites and big heads (But did you bring that Hennessy) |
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Repeat Chorus |
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[Verse 2: Baby Bash] |
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I got a master plan, I got some hash in hand |
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Comin' straight from a coffee shop in Amsterdam |
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And I don't give a ****, somebody split the blunts |
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My currency like some surgery, it's Nip and Tuck |
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Mr. Ed, gettin' head in the back of the S-U |
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I'm a bring my cousin, but I'm shakin', my nephew |
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And you can even ask my agent |
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He gon' tell you this, "Ronnie Ray's impatient |
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And he's so flagrant |
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Ready for liftoff |
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Yeah |
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You know they love it when he's dustin' his kicks off" (Mayne) |
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I'm higher than a fire escape |
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I got the munchies |
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With seventeen topless models from different countries |
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And don't let me start to vaporizin' |
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Endorse me a chick on the horizon |
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She swear she love the way I'm grindin' |
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That privilege heat is tandalizin' |
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Repeat Chorus Twice |
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[Verse 3: Jay Tee] |
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Now when I walked up to |
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I jumped in my county |
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And told my mayne Hutch |
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"Oh yeah, that hoe" |
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I stepped on the gas |
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Let off the break |
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I'm in the V-Town, playboy, there's money to make |
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I hit the liquor store |
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To cop a fifth |
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I seen Cadillac grindin', yeah, I'm Andre Hitch |
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There ain't nothin' but real bad broads all over |
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Tryin' to get me to come and park the Rover |
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Stepped off the load in my Oakland Raider |
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Black kangol, grey alligator |
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It's nothin' like |
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A million beaters |
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I asked baby, "Have she ever stank, scrill and heaters" |
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Cause if she wanna |
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Hit the corner |
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We can take over California |
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Don't trip |
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I'm born to mack |
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Half tank of grey, half cognac |
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Repeat Chorus Twice |
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[Miami] |
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Man |
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I done rather you bring the Hen |
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Than your funky ass |
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Your ugly bitch |
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Your bad karma |
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Or your broke ass mama |
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And we gon' bring the Hennessy |
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And not the one with pork in it |
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And this is |
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McGhetto |
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Lagantey |
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And I'm out |
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Yahtzi |