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作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Johnson |
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Check it out, 1996, ******* still suckin on *****s |
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Hoes just trippin' mayne |
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Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive |
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What kinda keys you holdin |
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Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar |
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They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna ***** my car |
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But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far |
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They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna ***** my car |
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Look a ***** up and down like he a superstar |
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But they ain't trippin, on me, they wanna ***** my car |
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But ******* who the ***** you think you are by far |
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They ain't trippin on me, they wanna ***** my car |
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Ay C keep yo' eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers |
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Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin ****, traffic stoppers |
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Lookin good spendin some ***** |
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G'sNails by |
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Vietnamese, [unverified], lookin' like they worth |
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G'sDress above they knees, jellies and |
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G-strings up the ass |
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Man I never let 'em pass |
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So, tell me where can |
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I find 'em |
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With they ***** or in that candy |
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Cadillac right behind him |
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******* tellin' me see yo' ***** grand |
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All she wanna do is ride |
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Su-bur-ban |
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Put her ass on the leather and rub the wood |
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See we got boppers in |
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Texas oh, man that ******* look good |
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So, I let them hoes ride and |
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I show them a grip |
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But she blinded by the candy she can't see |
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I'm a pimp |
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When she told me |
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I looked good |
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I didn't feel no pride |
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All the ******* wanted to do is just ***** my ride |
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Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar |
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They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car |
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But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far |
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They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car |
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Look a ***** up and down like he a superstar |
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But they ain't trippin on me, they wanna ***** my car |
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But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far |
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They ain't trippin on me, they wanna ***** my car |
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Oh yeah, these hoes think they cute in skin-tight catsuits |
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Assumin' that they body's too boomin to dispute |
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But ******* is the root of all drama |
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An attribute put up in they head by they momma |
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Oh yeah, I'ma tell it like it is, |
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I sees how it goes down |
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*****z talkin' 'bout, how they passin' these hoes 'round |
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But y'all trickin', them hoes told me |
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Fools y'all ain't |
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Goldy, ridin' in a goodie but an oldie |
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Fifty dollars there, a hundred dollars here |
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You brought the ******* a drink and all her homegirls a beer |
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Your homeboys lookin for ya, but yo' ass gone |
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You left your *****z at the club and took all them hoes home |
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And didn't even *****, man what the ***** |
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If you didn't want to ***** then get the ***** up out the truck |
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You know what |
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I mean? I ain't showin out |
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VoguesJust so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna ***** or cut? |
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Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar |
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They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car |
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But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far |
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They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car |
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When you look at my chrome and you lick your lips |
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It's just like |
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I'm rubbin' my ***** between your hips |
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And when you smile and shake your ass, my grill smile right back |
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******* I'm the real, that's why |
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I ride Cadillac |
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And I'ma ***** you and ***** all yo' friends |
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Soon as Pimp |
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C come through in that 600 |
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BenzWith burgundy paint, butter and |
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LG rimsColor |
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TV, VCR playin |
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X-rated films |
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Of myself, runnin up in beauty queens |
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But let me tell y'all *****z the difference between y'all and me |
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You see, man |
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I can tell all that ******* wanted to do |
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Is just ride for free and smoke for free |
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But ******* not me, you better ask them hoes if my name |
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Pimp CUnless your ******* makin ten thousand dollars a week |
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The only way |
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I see you sittin in my passenger seat, you *******! |
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Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar |
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They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car |
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But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far |
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They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car |
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Look a ***** up and down like he a superstar |
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But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car |
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But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far |
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They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car |
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Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar |
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They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car |
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But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far |
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They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car |
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Look a ***** up and down like he a superstar |
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But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car |
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But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far |
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They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car |