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Hey freshWe back at it baby |
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Here baby doll, up against the wall |
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And through the sound, he broke it down |
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Only one more hypnotic and that's when he shot it |
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I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club |
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But I wanna go home with you, girl |
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I'm not your man |
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I'm a pimp, baby please understand |
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But you hot and they not, so we can hold hands |
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In a long truck, |
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Cadillac, surround sound, front to back |
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Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever black |
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Ridin' in the sunshine, crankin' up the alpine |
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Rubbin' down shorty's spine, she is fine |
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Love 'um, leave 'um, go back and retrieve 'um |
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If their hair is bad, then |
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I will weave 'um |
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Kick back in the phantom, two clips and a hammer |
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Cruisin' through the hood on them |
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Deion Sanders |
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Nothin' but red whips and all them candy |
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Two chicks, two chickens that flew from |
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Atlanta, aye |
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Laid back in a maebach, countin' stacks |
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Got work, go to work, nigga count that |
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Summer shine, summer time and we on the grind |
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Bird man got them chickens and they ain't flyin' |
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Here baby doll, up against the wall |
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And through the sound, he broke it down |
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Only one more hypnotic and that's when he shot it |
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I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club |
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But I wanna go home with you, girl |
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I'm cool, |
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I'm hip, I'm fresh, |
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I'm goodI'm diamonds up against the wood |
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Richest nigga from the hood |
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Four amplifiers, four 24 tires |
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Fuck professional liars, fo' show enter our fire |
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In a big black |
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Chevy, starch real heavy |
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Peanut butter reclinin', with the |
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Steve Harvey line in |
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Look at me |
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Let me slide and ride and get inside |
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And take you to my hood where it's do or die |
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Where the whips is clean, we hustle for nickels and dimes |
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Chips, green, the liquor was hard as a crime |
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Custom machine and 'dro be on my mind |
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Lace my team with life and bricks for dimes |
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Ghetto soldier and you can't stop my shine |
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Fresh, stunna, bitch respect my mind |
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Here baby doll, up against the wall |
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And through the sound, he broke it down |
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Only one more hypnotic and that's when he shot it |
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I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club |
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But I wanna go home with you, girl |
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Sean Paul on the wall, break it down, do it girl |
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Lift it up, let it flow, shake it fast, there it go |
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Make it wobble, make it jiggle |
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Put the pickle in the middle |
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Push it back, make it clap, in and out, that's a wrap |
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Good bye, so long, |
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I got to go, |
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I'm goin' home |
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My favorite friend |
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Let's bump and grind next weekend |
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See you fuckin' with your boy, remember who gunna ride? |
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When trouble hit the hood nigga, who gunna die? |
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When shit get ugly nigga, who gunna fly? |
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But when shit get bubbly everybody wanna ride me |
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Benz, Lexus, the |
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Coupe, the |
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JetsNigga holla at the boy, baby pimpin' the flesh |
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Like in stalled evoy, third world is the set |
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I'm a worldwide shiner bitch, |
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I drove the best |
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Here baby doll, up against the wall |
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And through the sound, he broke it down |
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Only one more hypnotic and that's when he shot it |
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I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club |
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But I wanna go home with you, girl |
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Here baby doll, up against the wall |
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And through the sound, he broke it down |
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Only one more hypnotic and that's when he shot it |
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I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club |
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But I wanna go home with you, girl |
