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Go, go, go, go, go, go |
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Go charlie, it's your birthday |
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We gonna party like it's your birthday |
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We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday |
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And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday |
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You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub |
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Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs |
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I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love |
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So come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed |
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You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub |
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Look mami, I got what you need, you need to feel the buzz |
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I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love |
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So come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed |
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When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs |
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When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club |
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Niggaz heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love |
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When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes, they wanna fuck |
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But homie ain't nuttin' changed hoes down, G's up |
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I see Xzibit in the cut, hey nigga roll that weed up |
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If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp |
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Been hit wit a few shells but I don't walk wit a limp |
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In the hood, in L.A. they sayin,"50 you hot" |
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They like me, I want them to love me like they love Pac |
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But holla in New York them niggaz'll tell ya, I'm loco |
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And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold |
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I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind |
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Got a mill' out the deal and I'm still on the grind |
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Now shawty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow |
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Her girlfriend willin' to get bi and they ready to go |
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You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub |
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Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs |
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I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love |
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So come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed |
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You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub |
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Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs |
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I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love |
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So come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed |
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My flow, my show brought me the dough |
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That bought me all my fancy things |
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My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels |
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Look nigga, I done came up, and I ain't changed |
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And you should love it, way more then you hate it |
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Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it |
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I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life |
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You that faggot-ass nigga tryin' to pull me back, right? |
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When my joint get to pumpin' in the club it's on |
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I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she's gone |
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If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn |
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If you talkin about money, homie, I ain't concerned |
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I'ma tell you what Banks told me 'cause go 'head switch the style up |
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If the niggaz hate then let 'em hate then watch the money pile up |
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Or we can go upside your head wit a bottle of bub |
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They know where we fuckin' be |
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You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub |
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Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs |
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I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love |
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So come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed |
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You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub |
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Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs |
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I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love |
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So come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed |
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Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither nigga |
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We in the club all the time nigga, it's about to pop off nigga |
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G-Unit |
