[Fat Joe (R. Kelly)]
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(Ooohhh, mmm)
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Yea, uh, uh (Fat Joe and the R)
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That shit y'all (Breakin shit down)
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Shake that, funky, funky, funky (Yeah)
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Sticky, icky, icky - yeah uh
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I got that shit y'all
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I got that shit y'all
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Uh yo yo
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[Fat Joe]
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Crackman and I'm at it again
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Niggas had they run, now it's time for change
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When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
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Got the mink on - same color the Range
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Uh, pour liqour for my nigga that's gone
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Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home
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Fuck a bitch if she act to grown
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I don't need that shit, I got my wife at home
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Uh words slurrin, dirty urine
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Drunk off of Henny and the 'jo keep burnin
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Dancin with shorty and her friend keep flirtin
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I don't always crush two but tonight seems certain
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Party hard like "Fuck all y'all!"
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Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar
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Terror Squad man you know who we are
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Cruise through ya block and them drop-top Bentley's is ours
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[Chorus - R. Kelly]
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Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and,
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Off up in the club, whylin like what
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Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
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Throwin up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
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And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
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And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
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We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
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[Fat Joe]
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Yea uh, yea yea yo
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Everybody wanna know where the crib's at
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Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get that
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Mami starin at me like she wanna get kidnapped
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Money lookin happy with his wife but we triz that
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Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
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Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State
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In Miami, pool-party off the chain
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Gettin brains in the water on Memorial Day
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Uh, grand-mami all cool and shit
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It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin with
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Like no doubt, pokin doll out, pull ya g-string down south
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Owww! Pass that, give shorty a shot
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True enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
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I'm on E feelin ready and hot
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I give 'em twenty a pop, leave the panties atop
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[Chorus - R. Kelly]
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[RK] Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
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[FJ] Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what
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[RK] Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
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[FJ] Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck what
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[Both] Some of these kids is doin they own thing
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But none of these kids stack chips like us
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Some of these cats is doin they own thing
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But none of these cats run tricks like us
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[Chorus - R. Kelly]
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[Fat Joe]
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Haha, yeah uh
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You know what this is
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Chi-town - BX
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What the fuck what?
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Out
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We Thuggin`
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Fat Joe |