(feat. Rasheeda)
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[Rasheeda]
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Yea, D-lo, OK, Sho'Nuff.
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So what we got here ya'll.
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This right here is what we call female pimpin'.
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Understand that Rasheeda, OK, Cherish baby, Ok.
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Don Vito you a little foolish, ha ha.
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I Like this. ATL.
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[Verse 1]
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Straight up.
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A-Town. That's my type.
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Thugged out. From the hood.
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That's what I like.
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Neck, ears.
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Wrist shinning so bright.
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Give me paper or plastic.
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Anything I like.
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You see I like 'em kind of cool.
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Black shades, black tee, and black shoes.
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Candy painted Impala on 22s.
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Straight up gutta.
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Is just my kind of dude.
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[Chorus]
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Where my Chi Town gangstas.
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Down for whatever.
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And all my Midwest riders.
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My Saint Loui players.
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Where my East Coast hustlers.
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My New Yorkers holla.
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Cause we don't need no bustas.
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We don't need no haters.
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I need a down south G.
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The ones that ride so good.
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That can give me what I need.
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The ones that talk so hood.
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The boys from the West Coast scene.
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My crip walkin soldiers.
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That can handle a chick like me.
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A chick like me.
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[Verse 2]
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All my fellas need to hear me.
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I want ya'll to hear me clearly.
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I'm not the picky type.
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I like my thugs from every city.
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GA, LA, on back to Philly.
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But them dirty boys.
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Oh they do something to me.
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See I have to disagree.
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I like my thugs from the NYC.
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Steady trappin' on the gangsta scene.
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Ridin' in cars up on that gangsta lean.
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[Chorus]
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[Rap]
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Yea, Rasheeda, Cherish baby.
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Ima break it down and tell you how I like it.
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Red monkey jeans hanging low with a black-T.
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Gotta mean swag and he trappin' on the back street.
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Now man it's somthing 'bout them G's.
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Make Rasheeda tempertaure jump 100 degrees.
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Is it the money or the candy paint dripping.
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Or the way he hold me down and keep it pimpin'.
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Plus he know just how to beat it up.
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Can't get enough so he always wanna eat it up.
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Rasheeda]
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That's how it's going down right here baby.
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We calling out all the G's all around the world.
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Please believe it.
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Ya'll need to keep it pimpin'.
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Keep ya A game.
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Keep it tight baby.
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This Cherish right here.
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This Rasheeda right here, the Georgia peach.
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The Urban Legend.
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It don't get no better than this.
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A.
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Chick Like Me
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| Cherish |
