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(feat. Master P) |
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[Dame] |
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Now how many bitches wanna suck my dick |
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And how many niggaz wanna fuck my bitch |
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How many young ass G's wanna hold my gat |
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How many jealous motherfuckers wanna control my sack |
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See im running shit bigger cause I make more wealth |
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Its a 100 something niggaz yelling break yourself |
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But if you try to break me come and sick off that hot |
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I bet my folks will catch ya before you get off that block |
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Boy you must know me, but I dont know you |
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My folks are loyal to me, because they know im a TRU G |
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You fuckin with a vetern trying to get your medicine |
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Got your ass served like you stole from the president |
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And now your bones hurt from doing long dirt |
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Before you step to this you should of did your homework |
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And you woman got so hard, trying to be so hard |
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Fuckin' with a street star, street stars got the whole world jockin' |
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Clowning in the falcon wiht the ole' girls bouncin' hand on |
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The wheel with the lavish rings, joint so fat |
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Tuen his acts to green got a mean mug look |
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With his lip turned up |
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But they hand a spunk cause they stacking the bucks |
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Call him federal, sitting on a pedistal |
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Motherfuckers waving but they never really let |
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Him know he got the trunk full of choppers and punks |
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And he eat that red lobster for lunch |
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Damn, a International player always got some ass on his pager |
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Dont ask for no favors, making love like he love em' |
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He dont love em' though |
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Rule number one up in his game never trust a hoe |
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And he quick to make a trigger spray |
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And he never pay attention to the mind games niggaz play |
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Rollin' solo never need no extra help |
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Never check it but making niggaz check they self |
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So were you at I know who you are cause you just like dangerous dame |
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A motherfuckin' street star! |
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[Master P] |
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Left the town on my way to the diggity-o |
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Call me dame say these niggaz need about 5 more |
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Who ride homicide, one time on the greet so we ditch |
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By a ? to the backstreets king in the back |
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Getting high than the jiggity bird |
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Whatcha want G? The Gatorade and the Thunderbird |
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But we aint slippin' the boat keep dippin' |
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Stopped on 8-2 got some grass and zippin we gon perve |
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Getting high than jiggity bird |
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64 shackle make them gold thangs hit the curb |
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Count my money met dame in the rollin' 100 |
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Mobb'n motherfuckers in the back getting blunted |
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Aint that Mack 10 parked like bark weed |
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Had to let loose cause a fool haunt me |
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Now im deep, how deep can I get |
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Cause fools out there get you for these motherfuckin |
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Presidents leave you dead glock to your head |
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Fucked in the game then pissed on your grave |
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Didnt pay dues now you on the news |
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Thats what you get when you wanna be |
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A street star, foo! |
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[Master P Talking til' end] |
