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Hey y'all what's happenin you understand me? |
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You know who the **** this is |
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This is Mr. Mother****in Whitefolks, you understand me? |
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About to hit you with some brand new intro type shit |
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for two thousand and fo', ya understand me? |
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Y'all ready, and it goes somethin like this |
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What you say, what you know, ho give me some dough |
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Don't be slow, knee deep snow |
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Social security to Edgar Allen Poe |
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Nina Ross payin the cost |
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Pussy without dick is pimpin that's lost |
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Like a cell that's tossed |
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Kris to the Kross, I'm a player that's boss |
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Don't care what you say about me |
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50 said I was a P-I-M-P |
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It's that way Snoop, ****ed your bottom bitch, Betty Boop |
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Downtown in the loop, a loss you can't recoup |
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Many are called but few are chosen |
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Frostbite, and toes got frozen |
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In here 'til closin |
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Work keyhole, 'til I get in shape |
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5th Avenue parade, ticker tape |
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Straight laced, no chase |
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Perry Mason took your place |
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Perform plastic surgery, you got a new face |
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Lollipop suckers, ice cold mother****ers |
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Haven't paid enough dues to be in this club |
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Had to get a six inch sub |
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All the whiteboys think they're cooler than me |
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Impossibly impossibility |
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Who would you rather be facin |
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Freddie or Jason |
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Do you like steak sauce on your steak? |
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Are you real or fake? I'll pour the A-1 |
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And pimp on you, from day one |
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[Chorus - female singers] |
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Gimme my money, my weed, my drank - bitch! |
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What the **** you thank? |
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It's, Mr. Whitefolks, and I keep it pimpin man |
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La-da-da-deee, la-da-da-dahhh |
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Chilly Chill, 7th Vail |
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Kool Keith, and Mr. H |
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Yeah yeah... |
