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[young noble] - repeated throughout track - x 23 |
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**** with me! |
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[napolean - verse 1] |
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Baby-girl, you know you put it on me |
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Shakin your ass in the quarter for me |
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It's like de-ja-vu the way i met you |
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You told me you and your nephew |
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Blow makaveli too, but smash that boo |
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Cause that's a bootleg |
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And it was hard to take my eyes off your legs |
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Listen can i buy you a drink? |
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Let your home girl hold your mink |
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The dead thought made for you and me |
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Can you walk with me, talk with me |
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Or one-night stand with me, probably |
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The answer i can hear tonight |
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Hips, dick-lick the lips, bitch you goin home tonight |
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I'm a money-maker, just shakin that thing your momma gave you |
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Creamin that black heritage, i can't wait to taste ya |
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You got one life to live, with much to give |
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Don't play yourself short, miss thang, give it here |
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And what's this i hear, about you top class |
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That down-south ass will make me spend some cash |
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Now did you listen to the words i was spittin at ya? |
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You so much you gonna make g-star rival at ya |
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[young noble - verse 2] |
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I give it to you good girl, in the heat of the night |
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Even when i'm rollin, cream you right |
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And i ain't even tryin to sleep on old girl |
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Millennium dime-piece she movin her own world |
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And don't be a leader, brag on his dick |
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I ain't tryin to lock you down, hear the slap on the wrist |
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And i'm the type that talks flicks, when i'm up in it |
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She ain't the type to throw fits when i bust in it |
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So what's ****in with that |
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She like to lay on her stomach so i bust on her back |
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And i don't care if she a groupie or not |
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I'm gettin head on the block and the hooptie'll drop |
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Root-crew been hot since back in the day |
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And since i knew pac, i'm havin my way |
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And now you wish you would have stuck with me |
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Cause all your honeys wanna **** with me |
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Where they at? where they at? |
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[chorus - edi mean] |
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Because i'm headin somewhere |
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And them other (niggaz baby) (rappers gone) gonna be dead in a year |
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Plus, i know you tired of them fake thugs |
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All-be gangstaz in they video with make-up |
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Uh, i don't think so nigga, i'm an outlaw nigga |
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Hear the heat blow nigga? |
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Uh, then have the time of your life |
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One night, next day you tell them people you're my wife |
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Cause can't nobody do it like this |
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A lot of mother ****ers talkin but we true to this shit |
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[edi mean - verse 3] |
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Come on, straight off the straights of hard time and no luck |
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Some wonderin niggaz that ankled this game and came up |
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They ain't wanna **** with us power to this |
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But we said '**** that' and set fire to this bitch nigga |
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Outlaw, just some ridahs on our own mission |
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The trite and true, we un-**** with a boo |
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It's critical, the game change, we stay the same |
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A lot of shit y'all doin now, i did when i was seventeen |
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And that's the truth if i ever heard it |
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Hard time, sometime, but i know it's gonna be worth this shit |
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We done got it together, we gonna party together |
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They try to stop what we doin, we give em 'hell man whatever' |
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Shit this how a live nigga do it, ride or die nigga blew it |
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We don't try nigga, lose it |
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And let em know not to **** with you |
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And touch your boo, bust your tooth, hush them fools |
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Chorus |
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[kastro - verse 4] |
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Uh, a big dick to stroke |
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I ain't braggin, i'm just lettin you know |
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Uh, and ever sicne you bounced on me, baby i've been ready to go |
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Uh, and we can keep this between us |
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Nut with nothin much to discuss |
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Uh, or we can let it out to the world |
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Make a boy or a girl, it's on us |
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Baby, i like it when you show me your tongue |
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Lick on my balls until i cum and yell 'stop, stop' |
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Uh, and when i blow on your clit |
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Stick my thumb where you shit, you get hot |
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Damn, nasty, plus you got a big old ass |
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That pop like a gun, go 'blast, blast' |
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And you think your girl was ****ed |
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Always talkin all that jazz |
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So don't **** with me |
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I'm not the nigga you love |
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I'm just the nigga you **** |
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I ain't the nigga to her |
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Chorus |
