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Now, T-L-C will challenge Goodie Mob |
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To a game of ghetto laser tag |
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When they say, "What it is" |
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You scream, "What it ain't", that is all |
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1999 yeah |
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TLC, the Goodie Mob |
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The synergy of ghetto sounds |
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For the Y-2-G |
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What you wanna do wit it? What it is and what it ain't |
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Either you bring it or you can't |
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Sometimes it gets kinda messy out there |
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But we get by one day at a time |
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I still go eat at Waffle House |
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After 112, when I go out |
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Where do you hang or do you slang |
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Or wear a chain or platinum rings |
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I still maintain my ghetto side |
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I keep my pride get on my ride |
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20 inch rims I sport a brim |
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Hang with my girls, go to the mall |
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Around the world and keep your change |
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The finest things will still remain so |
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Don't even look from across the room |
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You don't know enough about this world to |
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Ever get it on with me |
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Or hang out where I do |
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Don't even look from across the floor |
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You don't have rhyme enough for no tour |
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To come upon a girl like me |
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And that's not a possibility |
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She's a built plastic girl, I'm a big boss man |
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I like old model cars and big Sedans, you like two doors |
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Funding their clothes and Rolls |
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I sit on the porch sip some and pose |
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I like the 9 when you're humpin' hot ho's |
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I do sweets while you preferred the lows |
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Tonight I'm choose 'cause ya already chose |
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It's grown folk business and I'll run the floor |
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'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me |
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And you ain't hot enuff for me |
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And you ain't fly enuff for me |
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And you're too tight with your money |
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'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me |
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And you ain't hot enuff for me |
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And you ain't fly enuff for me |
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And you're too tight with your money |
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Shit my baby is still ghetto like hot fries, I come from lovin' niggas |
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And give 20/20 with his bloodshot eyes |
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Got turned into gold, went from two O's to thirty two lows |
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Which is enough to buy a Rolls ain't but nobody knows |
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Stay in my place, keep my diamonds out of your face |
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You wanna be with this player, got to play at my pace |
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I'm slum but I can still cum over there where you're from |
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If you want some bullshit you better buy you some |
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Don't even look from across the room |
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You don't know enough about this world to |
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Ever get it on with me |
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Or hang out where I do |
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Don't even look from across the floor |
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You don't have rhyme enough for no tour |
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To come upon a girl like me |
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And that's not a possibility |
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Shorty where your booty, shorty where your gold teeth |
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Shorty where your long nails, shorty where your fake hair |
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Shorty got the attitude all up in the news |
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To represent the 90's girl [Incomprehensible] oldies too |
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I got your back you got the front, it's time we pull it off in the woods |
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With the bump on them dubs ain't no scrubs don't conceal |
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I'm a ghetto millionaire, can you see me gettin' it clear |
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I'ma keep on servin' here like I'm supposed to baby |
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'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me |
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And you ain't hot enuff for me |
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And you ain't fly enuff for me |
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And you're too tight with your money |
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'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me |
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And you ain't hot enuff for me |
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And you ain't fly enuff for me |
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And you're too tight with your money |
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What it is, what it ain't |
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What it is, what it ain't |
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What it is, what it ain't |
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What? Down, don't be suffocatin' my pockets |
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While I'm recessitatin' these topics |
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Like bring your G's where your loot |
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You're lookin' real dumb when you get the boot |
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What it is my road to me |
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Come from some of the hardest of streets |
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Me custom navigate to the club |
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With some of the hardest of beats |
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What it ain't what you sleepin' with all the shit that I've been through |
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'Cause I'ma keep doin' all the things that I gots to do |
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Damn it I'll put your ass to work |
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Comb your nappy head 'til it hurts |
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Where those saints stop these are the ropes |
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Take your wealth up the street or you might hurt your throat |
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You know you're ghetto when you don't show up in court |
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For not payin' your child support or you too bullshit for me |
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You act like you're too good to eat |
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At Church's, Popeye's and Hartz |
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I shop at Walter's Bright Creek in the mall where it's steep and deep |
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I hang out in Bank Head, you prefer Buckhead |
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Your favorite color is hot pink, I love that thing |
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'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me |
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And you ain't hot enuff for me |
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And you ain't fly enuff for me |
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And you're too tight with your money |
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'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me |
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And you ain't hot enuff for me |
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And you ain't fly enuff for me |
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And you're too tight with your money |
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'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me |
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And you ain't hot enuff for me |
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And you ain't fly enuff for me |
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And you're too tight with your money |
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What it is, what it ain't |
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What it is, what it ain't |
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What it is, what it ain't |
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