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Go, go, go, go, go, go |
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Go shawty, it's your birthday |
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We gon' 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 ****, it's not your birthday |
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You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub |
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Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz |
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I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love |
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So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed |
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You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub |
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Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz |
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I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love |
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So come give me a hug if you into getting 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 always drama in da club |
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N***** I heard I roll with Dre, everybody show me love |
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When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love |
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But homie ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up |
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I see Xzibit in the Cutt that ****** roll that **** up |
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If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp |
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Been hit wit a few ****** but I don't walk with a limp |
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In the hood then the ladies saying, "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 they surely will 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 feelin' focused, man, my money on my mind |
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I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind |
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Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling 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 da club, bottle full of bub |
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Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz |
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I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love |
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So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed |
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You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub |
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Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz |
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I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love |
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So come give me a hug if you into getting 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 homey, I done came up and I ain't change |
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And you should love it, way more then you hate it |
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Oh you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it |
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I'm that cat by the bar, toasting to the good life |
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Moved out the hood, now trying to pull me back, right? |
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When my junk get to pumpin' in da club it's on |
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I wink my eye at ya chick, if she smiles she gone |
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If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn |
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If you're talking 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned |
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I'm a tell you what Banks told me |
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'Cause go 'head, switch the style up |
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And if they hate then let 'em hate |
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Then watch the money pile up |
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Or we can go upside their head with a bottle of bub |
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Come on, they know where we be |
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You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub |
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Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz |
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I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love |
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So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed |
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You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub |
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Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz |
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I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love |
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So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed |
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Don't try to act like you don't know |
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Where we been neither |
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We in the club all the time |
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It's about to pop off |
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Shady Aftermath |
