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[Intro:] Yeah! |
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It's Major |
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Pain, baby |
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Knahtalkinbout? |
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Ha, Ha Ight, let me get serious |
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KOOPA! [Chorus: x2] |
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I come through and show em how to do it (WOO) |
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And she like ' |
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Boy, you tha truth' (You tha truth) |
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And he like (yeah) ' |
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Boy, you tha truth' (you tha truth) |
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And she like (hold up) ' |
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Boy, you tha truth' [talking over chorus: Chamillionaire] |
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So what I'm goin try to do is |
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Go a little faster |
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Then I'm a go a lil slow |
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Switch upt he style a lil bit, knahtalkinbout? |
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You ready? |
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I'm ready, baby |
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Turn my headphones up |
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Hear it go [Verse:] |
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I'm back to the bone, it feel like |
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I'm the best and they cannot contest when |
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I'm kicking that mess |
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Cause ya chick is undressed when she lifting her dress |
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It's like |
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Mannie and |
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Fresh they be looking like flesh! |
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Anybody that's on the net, saying |
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Chamillionaire ain't the best |
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Get off the |
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D, get off the |
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I and let your keyboard figure the rest |
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Cause I impress my own self, and only the man upstairs can judge me |
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Re-tellers open ya mixtape rappers than they hug me |
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I control the market, even bootleggers be lovey dovey |
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Plus the necklace got em thinking that |
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Johnny the jeweler's my buddy |
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Crash test the best, cause if you hate me than youse a dummy |
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Gimme a month |
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I bet you turn the opposite of chubby |
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Ever verse is crack, and crack kids be singing they love me |
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Mix-tape Messiah 4 |
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I bet that you become a drugy |
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They sayin that money talks, rappers better not |
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I make a sound |
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Walkin a major money, is none of these rappers is found |
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Even the mayor know my papers enough to buy the town |
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Plus the wheels of fortune, so |
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I'm a bout to buy a noun |
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Ever verse is a msterpiece, my money's still stacking like |
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Master P's |
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Feeling like |
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Mighty Mouse the way |
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I be taking flights to stack the cheese |
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Please, you better not make another sound |
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Yeah, yeah |
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I rep the |
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Texas they just "Download my style" |
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Welcome to the garage, pick any car and the room she yells 'which' |
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Like she was staring at the lady that's on the broom |
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Can't call it a fleet (why) more like a patone |
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Different car everyday of the week from fourth of |
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July till |
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June Look at how they change they tone, who not playa |
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In the wind |
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I'm in Berlin, |
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I know it's you not dear |
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Into the coat in the |
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ATM they sound like |
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AOL Soon as |
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I'm checkin my account it tells me "You Got Mail" |
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Ha, ha, Merci |
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Bocu Monname, who is cold as me? |
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Betty fresh kiss the kicks when they stick in all his teeth |
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French chick was in the whip, now she sitting on the street |
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She was looking fine till she ask me she can hold a |
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G Yeah, and if |
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I want I'm a get it |
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And if I don't really want it, then it can leave |
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I'm a let it |
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Used to be |
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N Luv With |
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My Money, now |
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I'm in love with my credit |
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By the bar with they dollars |
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I buy a building with debit |
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Uh, I hit that |
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Harlem Nights, |
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It's goin prepare the storm |
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Look up to the roof it's reindeer, feeling like |
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Santa's home |
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Famous bet that he could leave out with the baddest one |
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Call her dot com cause she lookin like she |
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Amazon Got her suit like |
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T.I., and |
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I got a hundred million more to go |
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Boys in Texas |
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D.E.Y. know they know like |
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Shorty (Shawty) |
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Lo Lil Boosie check out the bang, getting check ya shorty know |
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Checkout my bank account they won't ever come up shorter low |
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Woo, they be like |
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Koopa you so cocky bro |
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Cause I did everything that they say was impossible |
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And I feel like a one man wrecking crew, what |
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I need a posse for? |
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All this ice on me like |
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I got hit with hockey throat |
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Duck, they say that they wanna have fun |
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Feeling like |
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Sliverspoons in the pool of the mansion |
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See ya breast stroking in the nude and |
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I had one |
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So I'm a 'turn the camera on the pool', like |
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Camron Had this chick in the crib, told me that |
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I was difficult |
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Told me I should go back to the days when |
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I had the glistening too |
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Then she tried to tell me |
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I should go back to rap with, |
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Who? Mappala |
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Weezyana (yeah) |
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I bet'cha that she gonna get the boot |
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Kop, mother nature must of had a son |
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Cause I'm flyer than the roof in the gigantic storm |
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They say Mixtape |
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Messiah here, haters prepare better to run |
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When ya see me greemy like "Cannon" |
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Cause I am a don |
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HUH! |
