[Talking]
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Ben Hated (Guy):
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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Man, hey
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Check thi-, Stop that lil' shawty right there
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Stop lil' shawty right there
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(Who, that lil' girl over there?)
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Yeah, get her, yeah get here fa' me
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Guy (Girl):
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, come here gurl, hey, look here...
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(I know you aint talkin to me)
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Hey, hey, shut up gurl, (What?!?! SHUT UP?!?!)
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Hey, look here, look here, look here
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My boy, Ben Hated, he... he wanna holla at you, (WHAT?!?!) my boy...
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(Ben Hated?!?! I see why his black ass "been hated",
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look what y'all ridin in) What?
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Bitch... Muthafuck... Kick rocks, fuck you!
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*Takes off, honking horn*
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Bitch
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[Chorus]
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Steppin outta Escalades & Navigators
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We makin it so they cant fade us (They cant fade us)
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So we got to reach our goals
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Pushin platinum sellin gold (sellin gold)
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Steppin outta Escalades & Navigators
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We makin it so they cant fade us (They cant fade us)
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So we got to reach our goals
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Pushin platinum sellin gold (If you aint know)
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[Ben Hated]
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I stand here all night dressed like mo do's
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Hustlin up outta four doors
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Candy Caprices no mo', Escalades twankin Momo's
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Who lookin, boy we is so pro, slow is just how we seem
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Yayo weighed up on beams, for geekers that wanna dream
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That's how I made my cream
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With a down ass hoe, and a down as scheme
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And a down as team fulla down ass niggaz that's down for green
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I see how y'all watch and wait, hope I decide to navigate late
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Dont run up wrong and meet your fate maker
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Long as I get your weight maker
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They call me Mr. Bossy, molases paint silver glossy
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Fuck what it cost me, I'm Mr. Flossy get the hell off me
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Ben Hate bout G's, Ben Hate 'bout multiplatinum CD's
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Hell, Hate bout grind, Ben Hate bout hustle, Ben Hate bout mine
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Steppin out this time, in aligators, glock for them haters
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Hollow tips so they cant fade us, big money makers
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You see me on the seen so clean, black magic gleam
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Draped up in orange & blue (orange & blue), rollin wit' my team
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Chorus
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[Re-Re]
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Hell nah
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Hell it aint road, industry execs see me
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Guys leave, my flow be so lovely
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Comin through like the folks in the back door
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See me, be like Puffy gotta get the dough
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Gonna let me ride the track
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Seein how these folks be makin tha money stack
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Matter of fact cant call the cat
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Cause they chillin like a bad rat breakin off cheese like a Kit-Kat
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Now check that, the man with the Rolex and the diamonds in his hand
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Girls in the club wanna holla Cause they think he is the man
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But I cant stand them pretty ass bitches and niggaz they gettin up on my nerves
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And while they in my face, they actin fake, I'm kickin 'em to the curb
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So what it concern, on whether I ball or stand on my own 2 feet
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Got you niggaz dislikin me , they cant get like me
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I'm jumpin five bitches, over five geeks
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Dont make no sense 'til you ask me
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Cause I'm on top, make you wanna have me
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I'm just smoke a blunt, march 2 steps in front
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Cause haters aint never gon find me
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Try to put the mean mug on when I come around
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Nigga like you wanna give me a pound
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But you comin at me like you brainy
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Talkin 'bout you just wanna be down
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Yeah right, nigga know you cant get wit' Re
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So you better just have a seat
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I'm on top my game, that's why you know my name
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I done hit that fame now what it's gon be
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Chorus
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Ben Hated:
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Wood grippin, Henn sippin
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Pistol hold and pistol whippin
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All lames that talk 'bout trickin
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Dump them thangs and get to dippin
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Type of niggaz, that slide all custom trucks
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With the dubs, all chrome, grill bars, and them 2-colored cuts
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Pros, stand on the block, they nuts
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Sick of them thugs and cut-butts
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Jump in the 'Lac and shawty get cut
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Hop in the 'Gator woe's get stuck, what's up
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These bustaz wanna try me, I pull they girl when they alk by me
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Leave 'em upset lookin mad, and dog, face lookin sad
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I dont sweat these pros man, I lick these pros man
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And I bent these pros, Jump in the car with ballers on Vogues
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If you got a Benz with them ends you cn freak out her friends
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| Sent that tramp out to your partnaz lake, night |
