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I don't need no iron i'm already creased |
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I don't need no money i got mouthpiece |
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[e-40] |
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Thug wit me who got that indo nigga mug wit me |
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Stick yo' pistol out the window have a few drinks wit me |
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Nigga get fired up |
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Out of state dummy license plate faulty ass tags |
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Trunk full of out door weed back seat full of garbage bags |
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Lookin' fo' that money train lookin' fo' that treasure |
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Like to **** alot mix the business wit the pleasure |
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What's up you timer when you gone resign |
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Put a soul food restaurant in yo' mamas name and own your own clothing line |
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Ain't no tellin' |
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That's what harold told melvin back in the days of penny loafs |
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When teddy pendegrass was in the blue notes |
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A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous dude |
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A little microscopic seed maranatin' in the fallopian tube |
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Ready to face the world ready to say my speech |
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Ready to come out early feet first nigga breeched |
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Uno uno dos tres quattro |
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Drinkin' malt liquor out the baby bottle |
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Five five six six seven eight |
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Move from the crest side to the hillside |
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Go ahead ask the v.p.d. |
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Betcha they tell you about me |
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Betcha they tell you they been investigatin' my ass since '83 |
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Betcha they say dude real, |
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Betcha they say i don't know how that nigga did it |
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But he sittin' on a few mill |
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All i gotta say is nemesis |
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Bet i know one thing betch you they know |
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Who shot my mommas house up that night on magazine |
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Should i say i wanna take a face nah |
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Cause if the district attorney get this tape they might build a case |
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I'm high as **** man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like tarzan |
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Hold it fo' ten |
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Five lucky to be alive |
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I only got one mo' album to do on jive, an' i'm gone |
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[chorus 2x] |
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I don't need no iron i'm already creased |
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I don't need no money igot mouthpiece |
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Let's go half on a forty an' a twamp sack of broccoli |
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I got a car deville coupty |
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So what if its primer colored so what it's a hooptie |
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So what if the lifters tick i knwo i'm forty water |
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So what if i gotta get up under the engine an' tap the starter |
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In the mourning eatin' cereal |
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Strapped with the 223 infrared material |
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Who come from nothin' who run the thirteen hundred block |
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Who used to top have to walk the streets floodin' wit holes in they socks |
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Who really real, how many know the deal |
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Who got they church clothed from the good will |
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Click shit makes a mutha****as night |
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Niggas listen to it 'cause it's right |
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Money don't make me, i make money |
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What i look like ****in' over a broad, playboy i'm a macaroni |
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I mean that bitch got miles on her she's a ho |
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I mean that bitch can teach the wind how to blow |
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She's a pro groupie though |
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Zulu jocka binaca |
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The hood head knocka' |
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[chorus 1x] |
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I don't need no iron i'm already creased |
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I don't need no money i got mouthpiece |
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Sometimes i'm suited up sometimes i don't care |
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When i'm grindin' i don't brush my teeth or comb my hair |
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When i'm timin' i like to buy drinks |
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When i'm timin' it's louie the thirteenth |
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Ballers you know how we livin' |
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You know how we meet 'em in the parking lot at popeye's chicken |
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I can mesmerize a hoe by jowsin |
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Can you make a g look like ten thousand |
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Where all my ghetto tycoon, beanie caps, and kangols |
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Where all my niggas wit them federal beepers on they ankles |
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Where all the hood-hoe dick teasers |
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Where all my beautiful black intelligent divas |
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[chorus 1x] |
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I dont' need no iron i'm already creased |
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I don't need no money i got mouthpiece |