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featuring Juvenile, Turk
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Verse One: Turk
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In the Lex we gettin blunted
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Fuckin hoes and countin money
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Niggas bout anything head bustin and rap hustlin
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Niggas that seventeen playin wit cake nigga
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Nigga disrespcetin mine look we pullin triggas
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Leavin em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin
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Nigga ya lights out we aint bout no playin and laughin
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Whoever try ta stop us from shinnin
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Four karat choppers out the window start to firing
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Tag-teamin is a must for me and my rounds
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I catch one he catch one thats how its goin down
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Fuckin right we do it once play them hoes like that
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While I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back
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We spend cash with each other
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Toss ass with each other
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And if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other
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Fuckin right
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We click tight
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Nothin come in between
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Tommy chopper can fall paper chasin that green
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Chorus: Juvenile
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There once was a nigga and his name was Turk
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He always shot balled and he put in his work
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Until one dy he was bustin' with a dude
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Then he hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes
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Verse Two: B.G.
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B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s
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In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds
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Its a must we stay vest up cuz we worth a lot of chesse
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Told them haters we was goin' nation they didn't believe
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Ca$h Money worth figuers and it aint no joke
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We aint never been no hoe
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So run up in ya smoke
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I tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seat
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Tuesday and thursday I lay low task force on they sweep
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On Sunday I'm out shinnin'
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On the lake on crome straight blindin'
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Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'
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Ask them hoes where the bar ya thank I'm lyin'
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At our concerts in helicopters we flyin'
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Aint no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin'
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Chorus: Juvenile
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There once was a nigga name Baby G (B.G.)
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He drove around town with a 223
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Until oneday he was bustin' with a dude
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So he hit'em with the K and knocked'em outta his shoes
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Verse Three: Hot Boys
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B.G.: Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha
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Me and the lil Turksta down ta fuckin' twerk ya
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Turk: They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G.
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Get in our way we'll smoke ya leave ya wet in the street
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B.G.: AKs and SK rifles I tote them
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Playa hata and balla blocka I smoke them
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Turk: Now when we ride we ride fly stunt like a Ac (Acura)
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We love ta shine get down and dirty in black
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B.G.: I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi
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Ya need years ta prepare ta fade me ya aint ready
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Turk: We'll leave ya block shook
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Fuck ya hoe and get a hook
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Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took
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B.G.: I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it
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Rub me the wrong way I'ma draw down and start shootin'
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Turk: For my nigga I'll blast be the first ta hit the set
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Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject
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Chorus: Juvenile
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There once was some niggas out the CMB
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Some out the mario some out that wild T.C.
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Until one day they was bustin with some dudes
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So they hit em with the K knocked em outta they shoes
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Uh knocked em outta they shoes
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T.C. nigga knocked em outta they shoes
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V.L. nigga knocked em outta they shoes
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They knocked em outta they shoes
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Hot Boy$ knocked em outta they shoes
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B.G. knocked em outta they shoes
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Nigga Turk knocked em outta they shoes
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The H.B.s knocked em outta they shoes
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My nigga Baby knocked em outta they shoes
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My nigga Manny knocked em outta they shoes
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Knocked em outta they shoes
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Knocked em outta they shoes
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Knock Out
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