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[Mannie Fresh talking:] yeah, yeah, yeah, |
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If David Banner was here right now, he would just look at y'all mutha fuckas and go "DAMN", |
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If Flip was here he would go "What Is Y'all saying ?"... [Mannie Fresh] |
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I'm a push trucks, nigga |
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I'm a drive |
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Benz, Muthafuck the 8's nigga |
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I'ma get the 10's, |
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I'ma drink everything, |
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I'ma get drunk, |
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Watch the shoes, |
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I'ma show ya dudes, |
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I'm bout to pop the trunk, |
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I'ma be captivator, |
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I'ma be calm, |
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Hat to the shirt, to the pants playa |
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WOAH, I'ma play |
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Polo, I'ma stay rich, |
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I'm about to bust the southside in this bitch, |
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I'm a stay with sprint, mutha fuck |
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Nextel, (can you hear me now, I don't love no girl) |
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I'ma eat chicken player, |
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Ima sip lak, |
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And push the old school |
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Caddy with the |
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Diamond in the |
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Back, I'ma get the candy paint just because |
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I know you can't, |
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Pussy, Pussy, |
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Pussy, your life is blank, |
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I'ma get the new |
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J smoke all the purple haze, |
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I'ma stick with game spittin', game spittin' in your face, [Chorus X2 (Lil' Wayne)] |
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Cause I'm a mutha fuckin southern boy, coming down so clean, and with rhymes so mean, heavy starch in my jeans, |
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I Want Criss, want hard, fuck a nigga, fuck a broad, you can't top my southern flow, cuz |
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I'm a mutha fuckin southern boy [Baby] |
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Look we ride the biggest truck, 20 inches don't give a fuck, |
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When I roll, nigga know |
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I'm plush |
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Coming round' and |
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I'm high as fuck, |
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Green truck, lift up, spinning blades is a must, |
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Wood grain, suede and leather, feeling good with this |
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Cali weather, |
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I can go in any hood, get a nigga they know |
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I could, Coming round and |
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I'm iced up too, |
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Nigga know bout me and my crew, |
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Laying low, being cool, |
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Smoking weed, is what we do, |
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Moving Ki's, bought that coupe, |
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Stacking G's is what we do, |
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Nigga know that |
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I'm slanging that iron, |
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Fuck around trying to take my shine, |
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Nigga know that |
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I'm bout getting mine, |
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Hustling, flippin when |
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I'm on that grind, |
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Nigga know we got work uptown, |
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Fuck around and we shut you down, |
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Pussy, pussy pussy, you pussy pussy bitch.. [Chorus X2] [Bun B] |
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I'm pumping thru the south holding my nuts, |
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I'm in my candy apple red cadillac car rolling them dutch, |
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White cuts with that stitch and tuck, looking for a bitch to fuck, |
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Find a slut lil fifty buck, look like you need this dick to suck, |
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I'm truck turner pimping, with |
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Issac Hayes roll on, |
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Just another pimp getting his stroll on bitch hold on, |
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You staring at a pimp, trying to look him in his eyes, |
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When You practice southballing, if you get broke don't be surprised, |
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Tell no lies about this macking, some win and some be loosing, |
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But pimping never dying cuz these hoes is steady choosing, |
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If you fucking with my paper, you cruising for a bruising, |
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So let there be no confusion, pimping ain't no illusion, |
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Don't believe me ask (?), she shorted my lil brother, she mutha fucking paged chose a pimp like no other, |
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We all about that dollar bitch, so when you see a pimp don't try to holla, wipe me down and pop my collar.. [Chorus X2] |
