You ready Mase?
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Party people
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In the place to be (Uh huh)
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It's about that time
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For us to (Yeah, uh huh)
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Yo, what you know about goin' out
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Head west, red Lex, TV's all up in the headrest
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Try and live it up
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Ride true, a bigger truck
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Peeps all glittered up
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Stick up can, they go what?
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Jig wit it cuz ship crisp, split it all
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Ho's ride, get your nut 'till I can't get it up
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I'm a big man, give this man room
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I'd a hit everything, from Cancun to Grant's tomb
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Why you standin' on the wall?
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Hand on your balls
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Lighting up drugs always fightin' in the club
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I'm the reason they made the dress code
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They figure I wouldn't wild when I'm in my french clothes
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Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes
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Neck full of gold, baguettes in my Rolls
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Wreck shows, collect those, extra O's
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Buy the E, get a key, to the Lex to hold
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East, West, every state, come on, bury the hate
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Millions, the only thing we in a hurry to make
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Are the friend that act's friend in a Lex or a Benz
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Let's begin, bring this BS to an end
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Come on
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[1] - Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
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You make me feel so good
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You know you make me feel so good
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You know you make me feel so good
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Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
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I wouldn't change you if I could
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I wouldn't change you if I could
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I wouldn't change you if I could
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Ah ah
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You can't understand we be Waikiki
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Sippin' DP to the TV, look greedy
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Little kids see me, way out in DC
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With a Z3, chrome VB's, they wanna be me
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Nigga's talkin' shit they ought to quit
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I'm fortunate they don't see a fourth what I get
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And those be the same ones walkin' while I whip
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Just stylishing cars cuz they all true Nig'
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So while you daydream my Mercedes gleam
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And I deal with ho's that pose in Maybeline
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One time you had it all I ain't mad at ya'll
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Now give me the catalog, I'll show you how daddy bought
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Six cars and power to fire big stars
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Sit up, CEO style, smokin' on cigars, nigga
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It's like ya'll be talkin' funny
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I don't understand language of people with short money
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Come on
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[Repeat 1]
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Ah ah
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Do Mase got the ladies?
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Do Puff drive Mercedes?
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Take hits from the 80's?
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But do it sound so crazy?
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Well me personally, It's nothin' personal
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I do what work for me, you do what work for you
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And I dress with what I was blessed with
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Never been arrested for nothin' domestic
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And I chill the way you met me
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With a jet ski attached to a SE
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Smoke my Nestle, no mad rap-ass cat
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Where my check be?
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Problem with ya'll I say it directly
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Went from hard to sweet, starved to eat
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From no hoes at shows to menage in suites
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Now I be the cat that be hard to meet
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Gettin' head from girls
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That used to hardly speak
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Come on
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[Repeat 1 until fade]
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Mase
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Harlem World
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Bad Boy
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Goodfellaz baby
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Yeah
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And we won't stop
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Cuz we can't stop
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Mason Betha
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Yeah
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Owwwww, come on
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Feel So Good
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| Mase |
