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Verse 1: |
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What ya mammie told ya |
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Bout ****** round with them soldiers |
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Told you I'll be back, I'm comin |
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I got that Tommy Lasorda |
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That's blood all over ya sofas |
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Blood all over ya posters |
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Blood all over ya shoulders |
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Blood all over the strollers |
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Do that *******t, I done that *******t |
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It's Weezy baby, he's a baby |
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But that ****** run that *******t |
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Make that money come back quick |
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Take that money from that ******* |
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She know what it be, M.O.B. |
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Pistol right there in my reach |
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You know what it be, him or me |
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******* know when that limo leave |
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Two words, room key |
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Where, pimp house suite |
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Where, not a damn thing |
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I'm here, botta bam bing |
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My hand bling, my wrist bling |
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My neck bling, my ear bling |
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Super Bowl ring ******* |
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Cash Money, Young Money |
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Super Bowl team ******* |
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Money, money, money, money |
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I'm true to those things ******* |
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You with those ******* hoes |
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I shoot at those queens ******* |
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This is New Orleans ******* |
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Murder, **** fein *******t |
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Verse Two: |
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What ya Pappi told you |
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Bout ****** round with them soldiers |
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I told you I'm coming back |
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I got that Tommy Mottola |
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That's blood all over ya Rover |
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Blood all over ya shofer |
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Blood all over ya loafers |
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If I get any closer |
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That's blood all over my toaster |
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Blood all over my holdster |
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I'm in them S dots |
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That's blood all over my Hovas |
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****** |
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I'm hustlin with a motive |
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My ******s need me |
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And that tiger in my pocket say "feed me" |
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It's greedy |
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See them ******s, jack them ******s |
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Kill them ******s, wack them ******s |
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Asks them bithces, ask them ******s |
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Weezy baby, that's the ****** |
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Catch me ma*******n in a V |
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Matchin seats, matchin feet |
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Sheesh, that ******* to sweet for the street |
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Got that key, fittin to leave |
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If he fittin to beef |
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No need to speak |
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Let it be what it be |
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******s want peace |
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I'll make them leave here |
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Piece by piece |
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****** me, ****** you |
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What it is, what it do |
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I been ready since 81 |
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And I was born in 82 |
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Hollygrove where I'm from |
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But we call that bithc the zoo |
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I ain't never trust a ******* |
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Since she ate that forbidden fruit |
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Sucker free, sucker proof |
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50 shots, cut em loose |
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Quarterback, Weezy baby |
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Shotgun, run and shoot |
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Coming through |
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Youngin do what youngin do |
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Ball baby |
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At home fornicating |
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Homie by the phone waitin |
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God damn |
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I am |
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A man |
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The man |
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The mo, therfuc, king pre, sident |
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