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[Trick Daddy]
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We gon' let the band deal with this
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Ha ha, mmm-hmm
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M-I-A Style, heh, old school
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Uh hah..
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Okay, shut up!
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Chorus: Trick Daddy
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Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
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Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
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Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
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Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
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[Trick Daddy]
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Ridin round in my brand new ninety-nine, fo' do', Volvo
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I got a pocket full of B's,
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cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho'
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But all my Boca Boys they know though, that's fo' sho' doe
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(Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearin?)
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Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's
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I been used again, accused again - this time
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been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends
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Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in
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Hell cause they figured me for not understandin they reason bein
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Heh, but I'm the man for this
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While y'all was doin fine I was doin time just, prayin for this
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Locked up, makin plans for this
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Without all that fancy shit, way too advanced for this
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Just Polo socks, tanktops and drawers up under my pants and shit
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Shut up!
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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[Trina]
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Okay who's +Da Baddest Bitch+
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I been real, been rich, been had this shit
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Big Benz, big house and shit
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That's right, okay I been down with Trick
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Okay it make sense to me
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Cause if your money ain't right you speakin French to me
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Miss Trina don't play with me
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Or you can say Miss Bigg, that's okay with me
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You need a grand just to speak to me
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Okay, are you sure you wanna sleep with me?
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Okay, you better be fo' sho'
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Cause I done left niggaz like you stuck befo'
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Okay, you can ball with me
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Since you got a hot knot spend it all with me
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Okay, y'all know what's up
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Okay, uh huh, I ride, shut up!
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Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x)
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[Co (of Tre +6)]
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This goes out to my niggeroles
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and them pretty ass jazzy hoes, bitch what's up
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C-O got a verse in the +Book of Thugs+
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So when I come through bitch show me love
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If you bout that flow, then raise it up
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You got that funk, then blaze it up
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I got two mo's of them phat hoes,
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late night and I ready to bust
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Are you okay? Look like you got a lot to say
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Okay, come widdit
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Niggaz keep hidin your hoes, what you do that fo'
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Me and Money Mark been done hit it
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Been done split it - okay playboy? Fuck you say boy?
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Don't even much bring your hoe 'round C
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Niggaz y'all better quit fuckin with me
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Shut up!
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Chorus
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[Duece Poppito (of 24 Karatz)]
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Lay down, playboy what's up
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What about the slugs in your head and your gut
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What's up with the keys to the truck
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Your own nigga say you got B's in the cut
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What's up with the safe, what the combo
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Open that shit nigga fuck all the convo-sation
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What's up wit'cha Haitian
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Probably got birds at the safehouse, waitin
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What's up, where you store the D?
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I ain't found shit but a quarter ki
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Nigga ya better not be playin me
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You gon' bleed to death, you understand me?
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Whassup, are you ready to go?
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You ready to tongue kiss with the blue fo'fo'?
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What's up fuck nigga say somethin
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Set your crime, we ready to spray somethin
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Gun play, how I got the stripes
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2-4-K turned out the lights
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Gun play, how I got the stripes
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2-4-K turned out the lights
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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Shut Up
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| Trick Daddy Featuring Co, Deuc |
