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(feat. Master P) |
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[Intro: Master P] + (Cam'Ron) |
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Yo Cam, let's flip this thing on these niggaz |
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Ya'heard me |
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(Let's do it my nigga) |
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Well do your dizang |
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(There's nothin', man) |
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(Up top, down south, right) |
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Oh yeah, oh yeah |
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(We bout it) |
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Aiight whoadie |
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(Yeah) |
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Yo, this one here goes out to them boys |
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That's bout it, bout it |
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Master P, Cam'Ron |
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We takin' this from the South to the East |
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Uhhhhh |
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[Cam'Ron] |
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I represent, where them killers at |
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145th and Broadway you get your head cracked |
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Get your legs snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked |
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Wig tapped, play fair day care kids napped |
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You think you real, well my posse is crazier |
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Your moms mobbin' and rapin' her, Saudi Arabia |
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I'm 89 and oh, Audi and eightiers |
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Beef in N-O I had to call No Limit up |
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Baby mack baby gat love the way the baby |
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Got my baby boo, cop the X5, that's a baby truck |
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Santana rollin' big, Jimmy in the Caddy |
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Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati |
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In the Double-O I represent the C-O |
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Please ho, Harlem World forty if that's me, yo |
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Clipse eleven or bricks get seven off |
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Snow so white only thing missin' is seven dwarfs |
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[Hook] [Master P] |
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Killa Cam, you know he bout it, bout it |
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Jim Jones, you know he bout it, bout it |
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Freeky Z, you know he bout it, bout it |
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Santana, that boy bout it, bout it |
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Harlem World, you know they bout it, bout it |
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Diplomats, you know they rowdy, rowdy |
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145th and Broadway, them boys real |
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You know them boys, they don't play |
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[Cam'Ron] |
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Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an ounce or two |
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My crib look like the Fountainblue |
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A fountain too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain Dew |
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Front on y'all little cats I was bound to do |
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I made a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes |
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I got head but need more mouth |
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119th to the whorehouse, soon as the tour's out |
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Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin' |
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I pop ack over some oxi cotton |
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Cotton club and Roxy Robins |
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Rubies and rocks we poppin' |
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Booties, oozies and glocks'll stop 'em |
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Battery on his head, copper top him |
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When I'm in the building dogg, you got to watch him |
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Got to spot him tray eight a floor revolver |
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The D.A., seargent and coroner's problem - now |
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Highs get eight done, dips that don't play none |
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Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one - Santana |
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[Hook] |
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[Jim Jones] |
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You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang |
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15th and Lennox, nine tray they do they own thing |
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In uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the block |
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Dogg he move that water shit, he like the network |
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Over wet work, you come up short on that paper get a wet shirt |
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Then if you walkin' through Foster and Taft |
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Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass |
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And I can't forget AK and Wagner |
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My dogs straight crazy cuz the AK'll blast ya |
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One callin' daddy Sheik and Q |
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LB's and Sally beat your crew, now come on |
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And dope stacks, right in front the liquor store |
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Hennesy, lil' me me you know the flipped the raw |
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Much upset, oh yeah they bout it |
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16 shots up out the glock I come about it |
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[Master P] |
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140 Lennox, you know they bout it, bout it |
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Taliban and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdy |
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Master P, the New No Limit |
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You see us hustlas keep it real, that's why we keep winnin' |
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Blackadome, you know he bout it, bout it |
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Lucius Sheist, you know they rowdy, rowdy |
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Gameface on, man we gangstas fo' sho |
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CP-3 representin' Dirty South, the N-O |
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C-Murder, hold the block down |
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We get paper whoadie even on lockdown |
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ATL, you know they bout it, bout it |
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Mississippi, Detroit, you know they rowdy, rowdy |
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L.A., you know they bout it, bout it |
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Florida and North Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy |
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Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they B-O-U-T |
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Seattle bout it, Hawaii rowdy |
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Alaska, Chicago, I mean they bout it, bout it |
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Indiana, you know they bout it |
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St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they rowdy, rowdy |
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Phoenix bout it, Milwaukee bout it |
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The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy, rowdy |
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[Outro][Jim Jones & Master P] |
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Bounce bounce bounce bounce |
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Bounce bounce bounce bounce |
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(You know they rowdy, rowdy) |
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Bounce bounce bounce fool |
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Bounce bounce bounce bounce |
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(You know they rowdy, rowdy) |
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Bounce bounce bounce bounce |
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Bounce bounce bounce bounce |
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(You know they rowdy, rowdy) |
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Bounce bounce bounce fool |
