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Going down, say bitch, tell me what you think about me? |
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I keep a bad yellow hammer bitch cooking |
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G's And I got a candy '84 on 3's |
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And I keep these |
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R&B bitches on they knees |
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I pimp so hard |
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I was fucking up the game |
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Nigga, you're a lame you ain't holding like |
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Sweet James |
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They ? on my phone, call me |
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Sir Jones |
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Make a lot a money, so |
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I keep the chrome 20's on the car, keep a pint of bar |
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Gripping on the wood, playing above the law |
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Hustlas, ballers, selling boys cane |
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Fuck y'all pussy niggas too, it's whatever y'all wanna do... do [Chorus: Bun B] |
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Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na, bitches we controllin' na |
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Man, I'm Holdin na [x4] [Verse 2: Bun B] |
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Man, I break the scene, way before |
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I became a teen |
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Crushing boys on the boulevard from summer to spring |
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Music orientated, so when the rap game originated |
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I beat it like puzzle pieces, niggas could fade it |
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I made it to levels that other players only dream |
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Brought heat to the scene, make the on me cream |
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And my money went from green to poppin' chrome |
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Plus I Got my self a yellow jazzy (?) to bone |
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Got the home and the cars, got the plaques and the stacks |
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But mane back in the days, it wasn't nothing like that |
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Shit, I remember when at first they wasn't really with it |
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But they damn near shitted on themselves when we did it 'cause we holdin' na [Chorus] [Verse 3: C-Note] |
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I'm holdin' na, big |
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Benz looking swollen na |
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Because we young, they probably thinking that we stole it na |
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My papers' foldin' na, cigars, we be rolling na |
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And it's the whole third coast and we control it na |
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Down south we sippin' nothin' but bar |
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Four TV's in my cars, |
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I'm a ghetto star |
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Chromin' blades on escaldes and parking lot pimpin' |
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We got these broads steady trippin' cause it platinum we shippin' |
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From Clover |
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Land to PA (Port Arson) |
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It be on for life |
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And if you fucking with them boys, you might lose your life |
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Niggas runnin' in your crib, you might lose your wife |
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And if we ? at the light you might lose your ice |
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It's the C the |
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N to the O- |
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T-E And you can crown me like a king, like my niggas |
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UG I put it down for |
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Botany and that |
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SUC We hit the spots on all the blocks, we keep it |
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H-O-T nigga we holdin' na [Chorus] |