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(feat. Baby, TQ, Mannie Fresh) |
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(MANNIE FRESH: Talking) (Lil Wayne) |
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Look'a here... (Umm-hmm...) |
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This how we gon' do this... |
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Hook up the turntables, |
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Wolfe, get on the keyboard... |
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And we gon' run it, ya heard... |
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(MANNIE, BABY, & WAYNE) |
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(**Talking**) |
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(GIRL) |
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Cash Money.. |
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Cash Money.. |
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Cash Money.. |
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Cash Money.. |
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(LIL' WAYNE) |
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Now let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins, |
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Hit the mall with my girlfriends, dish out ends. |
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Cause you know it ain't trickin' if you got it, |
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Cop baby girl what she desire, it's chump change mama. |
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Marijuana Scholar... Knowin' what I got up in my styrofoam cup? |
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That purple stuff. It was givin' to me at birth to stunt. |
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So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the fur in the guts. |
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(BABY of Big Tymers) (Ay, Ay, Ay..) |
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Hold on, mami! Them whips on dubs. |
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Cadillac truck, twenty-eights, no rubs. |
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Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eye lens, |
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Car show in New York, Ya'll know who wins! |
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It's the birdman, daddy, with the Gucci and Prada, |
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Slant-back, cut truck. No rims? Can't holla. |
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It's that Louie/Fendi on Ostrich streets, |
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It's the tailer-made daddy, Mami, do you love me? |
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(TQ: Hook (Mannie Fresh)) |
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Baby, I'ma a stunna.. (Oh! Oh! Oh!) |
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I ain't gon' change it.. (I told ya'll...) |
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Don't - you - know, |
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It's a way of liffeee... (I told ya'll...) |
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Mama, do you want it? |
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Cause I'm about to break it, (I told ya'll...) |
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Oooh, baby.. Can't stop the stuntin', |
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Nooo, nooo... (Bring back that beat...) |
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(BABY & LIL' WAYNE: Verse 2) |
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(BABY of Big Tymers) |
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Pop one, pop two.. Them new Nike shoes, |
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Royal blue Jag on them twenty-two's. |
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Flip white to green, 500 Degreez, |
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In that Cadillac truck on them twenty-three's. |
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I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame, |
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All these naked women that pop champagne. |
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And these marble floors stay high as Rick James, |
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If you know my name, then you know my game. |
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(LIL' WAYNE) |
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It's lil' whodi from the hot block with ser'ous flow, |
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Gotta get dough, cause ya'll won't feel me, bro. |
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But ya'll don't here me tho... |
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Till I'm rollin' down my window and my grill-ie show. |
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And you know I'm prolly pumpin' through the hood on the twenty-fo's, |
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Word! Rims pokin' out the side of the 'ERV, |
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Glock have ya ribs pokin' out the side of ya shirt. |
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I'm a seventeenth nigga and I ride for the turf. Whoo! |
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(TQ: Hook (Mannie Fresh)) |
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Baby, I'ma a stunna.. (I told ya'll...) |
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I ain't gon' change it.. |
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Don't - you - know, |
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It's a way of liffeee... (I told ya'll...) |
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Mama, do you want it? |
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Cause I'm about to break it, |
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Oooh, baby.. Can't stop the stuntin', |
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Nooo, nooo... |
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(LIL' WAYNE) Ay... |
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And my pinky glow... Cause my ring is so... |
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Blingy-blingy, yo... Stop blinkin' though... |
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We smoke - stinky, stinky dro, |
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And we don't cop them ency-wency O's, |
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And we don't stop. Nah! We blow, fuck the peo-ple! |
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Everywhere we go, we smell like E-yo. |
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The birdman my paw, so that make me go... |
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"Fllyy like an eagle!" Fo' sheezo! |
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(BABY (Lil Wayne)) |
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They think cause I stay at English Turn, |
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That Stunna don't have a O - Z to burn, (Light it up!) |
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I go in each sto' and ball like a dog, |
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Me and my nig's, we ball like a dog. |
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Cars on the streets, all on our lawn. |
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Ice in my teeths, all on my arm. |
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Tat's in my face, my back, and my arm. (What?) |
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(LIL' WAYNE) |
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Tat's in MY face, my back, and my arm. |
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(TQ: Hook) |
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Baby, I'ma a stunna.. |
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I ain't gon' change it.. |
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Don't - you - know, |
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It's a way of liffeee... |
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Mama, do you want it? |
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Cause I'm about to break it, |
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Oooh, baby.. Can't stop the stuntin', |
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Nooo, nooo... |
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(MANNIE FRESH: Talking) |
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Yep!... There it is!.. ya' lil' low-life... |
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See, I'm a pro - fessional. You a rookie. |
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Fuckin' game so serious... |
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I could sell a hooker some pussy... |
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Now, that's some serious shit... |
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Oh, yea! Bel'ieve that! |
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Who we rollin' wit? |
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We rollin' wit Cash Money! |
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Oh, I forgot about "peace"! |
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PEEACE! I mean... "Piece" of pussy, |
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"Piece" of land, "Piece" of property... |
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It's just a mind game... |
