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After the party its the waffle house |
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if u ever been there u know what i'm talkin about |
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where people dont dance all they do is this |
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and after the original u know what it is. |
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(JD) |
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welcome to atlanta remix it had to go down |
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i got somethin else to tell u bout the new motown |
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where the people dont visit they move out here |
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and aint no tellin who u might see up in lennox square |
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i dont know about u but i miss the freaknic |
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cuz thats where my city use to be real sick |
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people from other cities use to drive from miles |
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just to get a taste of this A.T.L. style |
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i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa |
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make my own moves, call me the mayor |
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monday night u know things change with time |
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magic city back lookin like eighty-nine |
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All the homies on the southside up in the Ritz |
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Tuesday night, the Velvet Room same shit |
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Wednesday Strokers I don't go no mo' |
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Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the do' |
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Thursday night, was Plush but we moved to fuel |
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And I be up in the booth drunk actin a fool |
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Friday night, at Kaya they still got love |
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And the Sharkbar we poppin like it's a night club |
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Saturday still off the heezy fo' sheezy |
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You can find me up in One Tweezy |
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Sunday, gettin me some sleep please!!! |
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I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! |
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(P. Diddy) |
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Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from New York! |
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Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest |
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Where New York at? Where New York at? |
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Where New York at? Yeah, yeah, yeah - AHHHHHHHH! |
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Take that.. |
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(P. Diddy) |
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Welcome to New York motherfuckers where we don't play |
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And out of towners get got like everyday |
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And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way |
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Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do |
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Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it |
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Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it |
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Sunday we layin low in Halo, sippin Cris' and we straight |
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Monday we go to Bungalo Eight |
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Tuesday I'm in spa drunk doin the shake |
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And for the rest of the week we just follow the freaks |
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You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk |
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The way that we talk, cocky the state of New York |
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Hot now, top down at the Rucker game |
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New coupe, no roof, playa what's my name? |
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Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten |
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Uptown, what now?! Let's make it happen |
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(P. Diddy Talkin) |
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New York motherfuckers! |
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If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere |
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We still here!! And we buildin four more new towers!!! |
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FUCKERS! |
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(Murphy Lee) |
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Who say St. Louis ain't hip-hop? Dirty we hop to what's hip |
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I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let her slip |
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I'm so St. Louis, ask my tatooist |
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I was like "The Waterboy," now they sayin, "YOU CAN DO IT!" |
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I'm Baby Huey, one of the best in the Louis |
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Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louis |
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Home of back porches, Chucks and Air Forces |
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Old school cars be trailblazin like Portland |
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The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses |
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I call 'em gimme girls they always tell me I can have it |
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All got habits, marijuana ecstatic |
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Buy two cats and coats with automatics |
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St. Louis is the +Truth+ like +Sojourner+ |
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Don't need a burna we learn from Ike Turner |
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I tried to told ya don't cross that bridge |
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Without permission from them St. Lunatics |
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(Jermaine Dupri) |
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Yo-yo-yo-yo |
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Ladies and gentlemen, we got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight |
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He just came from off tour |
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And he wanna tell y'all little bit about where he come from |
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(Snoop Dogg) |
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Palm trees, bad bitches and wannabeez |
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O.G.'s like me eatin on polyseeds |
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Now & Laters, jellybeans, and wallabees |
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Real niggaz from the south I hardly ever seen |
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Mostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb |
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And when we dip, we hop and then we swizzerve |
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A lot of homies like to wear the pizzerm |
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Hair longer than hers, sharp with the fizzur |
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Doggy dizzog you know I like 'em dizzog |
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Like Kobe to Shaq, so take that |
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(Jermaine Dupri: Take that, take that) |
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Long Beach is on the motherfuckin map |
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The city by the sea, R.I.P. |
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J.D., you know about the L.B.C. |
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My niggaz love the stellas, cold-hearted killers |
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Real cap pealers, real niggaz feel us |
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Ain't no squealers, a lot of dope dealers |
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Bang diggy dang dang dogg pound gangsta crip gang |
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Yeah we do the damn thang |
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Home of coroners, scoop, buck, cocaine |
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Head to the church house to get a little workout |
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Smoke out, drink up, now put ya bank up |
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It's all on me I got a scenery to stank up |
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Crank up the beat, raise up the heat |
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I'm thrownin a block party on two one streets, fo' sho |
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(Jermaine Dupri) |
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Welcome to Atlanta remix HEY!!! |
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And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day |
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Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin |
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And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin |
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repeat 3x |
