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(Mr. Man) |
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Uhh |
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(Boobonic) |
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Yeah, Its what I like |
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Uh huh, yeah yeah |
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(Mr. Man) |
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Queue me dawg |
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(Boobonic) |
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Yeah, Most wanted baby |
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(Mr. Man) |
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Yo |
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See I'm a cop' Benz 'til they make edition S-1000 (And) |
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Buy the mall out while you niggas there browsing |
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In the latest six coupe, a 120,000 |
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Score more proud, 'bout pile reclinin' |
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We gonna make changes listening to Phyllis Hyman |
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Cops wanna search for guns and can't find 'em |
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They ask for my name, I tell 'em read it in diamonds |
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Mr. **** hoes and put down the bricks |
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Advance my drink game for Mo' Don and Cris' |
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Bought whips in the order of 4, 5 and 6 |
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Man I never been broke I kept money to count |
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Get it down in dice games, win money and bounce |
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A milli-on mother****ers, it's how the word's pronounced |
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I keep my bank account, the banks amount |
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My niggas play freeze tag with big rocks that's costly |
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Bonic iceman and of course I'm all frosty |
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(Chorus: Boobonic) |
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Look here we Philly Celebrities, who? movie stars |
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Don't worry 'bout it nigga, you know who we are |
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You see my damn house, you see my damn car |
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Don't worry 'bout it nigga, you know who we are |
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We Philly Celebrities, who? movie stars |
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Don't worry 'bout it *****, you know who we are |
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You see my damn chain, you see my damn car |
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Don't worry 'bout it *****, you know who we are |
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(Boobonic) |
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Boo a clothesline nigga, I wear myself |
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I wish somebody spit hot |
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And I'm sick of hearing myself |
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I talk big shit, how I only **** with big chicks |
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With big ****, big hips and all that slick shit |
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Yeah, I'm a drop out, drop six |
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Drop they gorgeous *****, drop they shit soon as I hop out |
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Niggas ain't near me spittin' they game |
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And plenty ho's in tattoo parlors getting my name |
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Probably think I'm highed up, pot, spit and flip game |
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Snorted out my mind with six ******* like Rick James |
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Wanna marry me and all they know is my nickname |
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SLow up, you want me now cause I'mma blow up |
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Women I cast 'em out like "Aquemini" |
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And our roley got two faces like a Gemini |
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T-H-E-B-E-S-T that's me |
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If you better than this then lets see (come on) |
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We, crush, yeah uh huh |
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Y'all niggas know from the doors we ain't playin' with y'all |
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(Chorus) |
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(Boobonic) |
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He Mr. how much dough you trying to get |
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(Mr. Man) |
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A 1 with 9 O's nigga plenty of chips |
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(Boobonic) |
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A house so sick you need a shot just to get in |
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(Mr. Man) |
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Buttery suede color, every chair you sit in |
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(Boobonic) |
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Nigga we ball real, ice we got that |
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(Mr. Man) |
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Listen to Dru Hill, beauty we knock that (uhh) |
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(Boobonic) |
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Chain bling all in your face you spot that |
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(Mr. Man) |
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Take ours get a Tech in your face, stop that |
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(Boobonic) |
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Mad at me cuz '99 was our summer |
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(Mr. Man) |
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Wildwood Jet ski ride the wave runner |
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(Boobonic) |
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Mad at me cuz its us two housing |
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(Mr. Man) |
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Well you gon' be at mad mother****er in 2000 |
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(Chorus) |
