[Billy Cook]
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Oooooh-oooooh
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[Hook x2]
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Playa haters, wanna know who you are
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When you coming down, like a superstar
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If you really wanna know, who it be
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It's Fat Pat, and the boy Mike D
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[Fat Pat]
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Playa haters, wanna know who I be
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The capital letters, F-A to the T
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Coming down slow, in my candy red drop
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Everybody looking at me, but I don't stop
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Thangs done changed in the game, since way back
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Cause I done came up, a playa got what stacks
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Now broads on my jock, got to back-back
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Cause everybody wanna be, with that Fat Pat
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Hard to see reality, done brought me to a G
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Thangs done changed, I got paper in my hands see
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Paid in full, make stacks
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So a young...don't know, how to act
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So I think back in the game, when broads use to diss
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Now I'm coming up, and them shops can kiss
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A real playa's..., cause I'm crawling down slow
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Come up in the game, just to let everybody know
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[Hook x2]
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[Mike D]
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It's been a long long time, in the game
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21 young, and I finally got my fame
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Dollas and cents, can't let it change me
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True to the game, so the fame don't amaze me
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Living my life, as a hustler
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Doing this dirt, since a youngster
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So Mr. what you saying, ain't doing nothing to me
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Got to come with it, if you really wanna do me
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I remember back in, 90 what 3
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Me and Bamino, was in the J-A-G
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Boys ain't like it, I don't really care
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Cause down in H-Town, we was born to be playas
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Broke my paper down, I'ma still make my ends
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1996, came hopped off the Benz
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Boys in my face, like it wasn't really nothing
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That's why I came down, chopping on them buttons man
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[Hook x2]
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[Fat Pat]
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Hit a lick I came up, I'm back in the game
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I came up, and now a playa got a bigger name
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Now I got fame, I ain't the one to blame
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Now them boys wanna be trying to what, claim
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A big old pimp, by the name of P-A-T
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Living in luxury, doing it like a O.G
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Everyday, all day
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I'm starched down, piece on my neck I don't play
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Ike will spray, leave candy red
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Came up out the shop, and I turned a lot of heads
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Got new friends, cause I got ends
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When I came back, I picked up a bubble twin
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Old school partnas, like Blunt and Chris
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Everybody know, we do it just like this
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Syrup and lemonade, with Sacci shades
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We gon parlay, and I just say
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[Hook x2]
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[Billy Cook]
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Yeeeeeeeeeeah, ooooooooh yeah
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Oh-oh-oh, yeeeah, yeeee-eeeeah
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Hooo-ooooo, yeeeeeah
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Playa haters, wanna know who you are
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When you coming down, like a superstar
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If you really wanna, who it be
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It's Fat Pat, and the boy Mike D
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Superstar
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| Fat Pat |
