Boom, clap, boom clap
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Boom, clap, boom clap
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Boom, clap, boom clap
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Boom, clap, boom clap
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[Verse 1]
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Now everybody get your hands UP
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Now everybody get your hands UP
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Loso, more better (more better) more cheddar (more cheddar)
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I do the rolls I am not a more wetter??
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Challenge me with the bling these niggas know better
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The wings are as big as the logo on those sweaters
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Hoes better, have a fall back attack,
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come through like a funeral all black on black
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couple six deuces, all back to back,
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few flying spurs all back to back
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need a 04, 05 dunking and them
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when it come to making O's we like dunking with them
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naaaah I ain't talking donuts
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I'm talking white ones like the Nike low cuts
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You couldn't see me if you stood on your tippy toes
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But you could smell this cali cush with the zippy closed
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Damn skippy those seats is peanut butter
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You never seen us stutter like street fitted itted and
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[Chorus:]
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Yep I'm back stunting, yep I'm back fronting
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Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing
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Yep I know you see something you wanting
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It's just something about me you can't go with out me you all
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Said you can't go without me you all,
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Said you can't go without me you all
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[Verse 2]
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Now everybody get your hands UP
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Now everybody get your hands UP
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more stunting, (more stunting) more fronting (more fronting)
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How you getting it homie, show something
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You can ask about him, he go hard
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With that A.M.E.X. negro card
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Last time I was seen in a strip club
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Rain, I hurricane Katrina the strip club
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May I, say I, made a way?
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Stay fly 'til the, day I, fade away
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Hey I pray I stay out of a, haters way
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Lemme play like A.I., and just get to the point
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Lemme hear 'em say aah, when he spit to the joint
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You gonna hear a spray, rrrraaa, when I get to the joint
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And a blind man could see that them niggas with fab is gone
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Come like them dudes came for Tony at the Babylon
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Rapid fire, do you know a rapper flyer?
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The L-O-S-O, I guess no
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Now everybody get your hands UP
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Now everybody get your hands UP
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more wining (more winin') more dining (more dining)
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Slow winding gangsters throw signs and
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I can't help that the chain is so shining
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That the shit on my wrist is just co-signing
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They don't search us they know we got the flames
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But they still let us slide through the door like Cramer
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I believe in god, but my true religion
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Is stuffing big faces down in these True Religions
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We everywhere you ain't never there
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New coupe shoe shine like patent leather airs
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Pushing something we ain't got our names on
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2 '07's neither one of us is James Bond
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We in the V.I.P.'s with the big names
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Fendi aviator shades with the big frames
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The streets is watching the hood is looking
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Brooklyn's back n look at how good I'm looking
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[Chorus]
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Now everybody get your hands UP
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Now everybody get your hands UP
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Yep, I'm Back
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| Fabolous |
