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******* im back on my grizzy, |
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Young money where ya at?, |
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Two tables and a mic, |
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Tell the Dj run it back, |
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******* im back on my grizzy, |
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Young money where ya at?, |
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If you ******* wit |
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Young Money, |
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Young Money where you at?, |
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Like the energizer bunny wit a battery pack, |
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Boy that drummer keep drummin, like |
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B-r-r-at-at-at-tat, |
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Or B-r-r-rump-bum-bum-bum, |
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AndIm so young but im a |
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Giant like |
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Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum, |
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Just bought a new crib, inside so dumb, |
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Got some money put away, in case the hurricane come, |
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Im a ****** shame huh? yea i know yea i know, |
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I go out the country to get all my clothes and my hoes,i go out my way just to get my dro and my doe, |
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Cause, I love it more than i love my hoes yes i doess, |
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I got gasoline comin out my pores, |
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Imma torch, |
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I got glasses like that white boy |
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Scott Storch, |
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And a porsche, |
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I got license for tha scortch, |
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Snipers at your porch, |
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Rifles by the forts, |
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And we shoot up courts, |
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The judge juss a *******, |
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The jury suck *******, |
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Im a eastside blood, |
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And i dont smoke that crip, |
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I smoke that kush, |
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First name |
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Bubba,First name |
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Young,Last name |
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Stunna,Carter in the office, |
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Take notes when im talkin, |
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Smooth as a cruise boat floats when im walkin, |
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I boast cause im ballin, |
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I boast to be ballin, |
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When im on the phone wit ******* man the money keep callin, |
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You aint satisfied till ya son'll be callin, |
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Tellin you where to leave the money in the mornin, |
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Ok you wanna zombie move instead, |
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Thats when you walk in ya house and everybody dead, |
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I can take a *******t where i stand, |
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Where i stand...and watch you *******es piss in ya pants, |
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You aint a man your a hoe, |
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I can kill him with the flow, |
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And then play the guitar at the ****** funeral, |
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Big guns so they drinkin big shots, |
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And my game go |
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Saddam Hussein and missile launch, |
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The Corrain call me |
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Wayne Chain, |
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Listen ma, i dont know karate, but after the brain, i kick you out, |
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You *******s suck like tony romo, no homo, |
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And im all about my money, i get paid for promo yeaa, |
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Im the man in this *******, they say money talks well |
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Im tha ventriloquist, |
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And if i ever jump, il prolly land in ya *******, |
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Boy that hoe colder than my hand and my wrist, |
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Boy im more cooler than a fan and a mint, |
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And when im done this track will need a couple bandages, |
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I be wit savages and im above average, |
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Im a crazy ass star like a ****** asterick, |
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You *******s cant see me, im on my casper *******t, |
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Runnin so much game, i ******* around and lap a *******, |
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The club like a grocery, i juss bag a *******, |
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And you kno im gonna score like |
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Deion after picks, |
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Im rollin on a pill, she get that mornin after *******, |
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And when my robe came down guess whut i did after it, |
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I popped and took some patron shots, |
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I pop popped and took some |
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Grey goose shots, |
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I pop popped...yea.. |
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Young Money *******, and if you *******s wan' do it , we chop chop, |
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Leave ya back on tha block, |
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We pop cops, |
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And there aint no rights on my block, |
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I got shop, |
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I got that dro, i got them pills, i got that yay, |
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Give it to them hoes and watch them ******* freak away... |
