Yo, All the fans we love yall
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we gon make one fo the haters like fuck that
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(Ali)
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Old School 9-8 and you see the Camilion
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below in the celing wood with wheel on
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With a flyin bitch some old gangsta shit
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Flat screen dvds smoking stank and shit
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Aint dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
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Top down air forces white tank and shit
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Aint nothing soft on boy stop thankin it
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I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet
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This bank I get
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Style we all that to the back we all that to the back
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Red or blue new wall cap
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Pause that bull shit you talking bout
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Before the people start walkin out
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If you please we succeed regardless
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Shine the hardest and I'll sign an artist
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Longevity like the BeeGee's
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Please be awarre we don't carre
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Do you like us?
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(Chorus)
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No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
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be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
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and when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
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cause I just asked him was the Tics tight and I think he just said
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No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
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be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
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and when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
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cause I just asked him was the Tics tight and I think he just said no
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(Murphy Lee)
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1993 creation for steps of born leezys
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Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers
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Church only on easter, ignore the preacher
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Do the grown up at school right unda the bleachers
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A wild little bity doin lunatic rules
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To this day they be like "Lunatic Rules"
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I'm hangin wit the dudes that done it, don't even stunt it
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You cats stay in the back doin too much frontin
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See you hatas like to take risk sonofabitch
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I really disc jockeys at home jockin my disc
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I'm gon pretend yall aint heard that shit
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School boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway rich
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I'm gon run niggas out of town
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Naw fuck yall hatas I'm gon chill til they run out of crown
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Royal, Blue Jack right at the door
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Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I park my car here?
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(Chorus)
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(Kyjuan)
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Swervin excursion limited fo 12's
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Fo amps don't know what my limit is
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Ive been packin 22's like Emmitt did
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I've been po before +No+ what a +Limit+ is
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New engine new paint aint them d's spinnin
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Love rims, love Lakers, who I love winnin, love women
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Spinnin grindin since the beggin no mo limits
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Drom tops cuttys on 4's
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No love fo hoes
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Change them like clothes
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Hit em like switches then I pass them on
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We all know dats how the game should go
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We all know most of us love the same hoes
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Like Carla the preachers daughter fucked wit the barber
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Over there on the utha side of College Encarta
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For starters I know both yall smash
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I didn't get no ass so I had to ask
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She said...
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(Chorus)
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(Nelly)
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I'm feelin frost bit oh shit is he in town?
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Check the paper weather say temperature goin down
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Yep that's him he come to make his rounds
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Tell him how it feel ten mill skin found
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Beta not continue I can show you how
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Frank Mill aww he done flood it wit rounds
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Don't know what to call me I can think of some nouns
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Mr. Hoe Hopper, Trick Knocker, Free City
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My g's getting depp like P. Diddy
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I'm feelin like B round looking for my Whitney
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Heel I'd take a Cidney if the stash is right
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Cocked fo legged and her pants is tight
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It aint got to be fo eva it can be fo tonight
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First class flight to Nellyville
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So how it feel doin sit ups on the virgin rug
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Drinkin criss out a mug, Part boughee, Part Thug, call me Bug Ok?
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(Chorus)
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Uh Oh
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North side one time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh
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South side one time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh
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East side on time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh
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West side on time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh
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That's why man yo breath smell like shit
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If yo momma breath smelled like that nigga
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she libel to kill some motherfucker
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Man if yo momma's eyebrows look the way yo's do
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it look like a caterpillar layin on her fo'head
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Nigga yo momma snort anthrax and she still mobbin
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No
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