I get the boasters boasting, I get computers puting
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Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting
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I do the recruiting, I tutor the students
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I nurture they brain, I'm moving the movement
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Whether buddist or budah, that's judist or juda
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I got luger to ruger, hit from +Roota to Toota+
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Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
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I'm the real boss story, the hoolah of hoosiers
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I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololy
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I'll leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly"
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Here come the coroner get 'em, play "Rolly Poley"
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I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat
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When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
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Fried to fricassee, pepperseed to pepperdine
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Jeff Hamilton, +Genesis+, leather time
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Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em "Nevermind"
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[Chorus]
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They getting nice, they got some ice
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Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)
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They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
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Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)
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See acting fiesty, getting shiesty
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Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)
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Just lay back, get your face slapped
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We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)
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[Cam'Ron]
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You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dumby nigga
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Killa keeps twenty blikers (I'm getting money nigga)
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So you should move away, or join the dude in Play
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Hey, so you can say (I'm getting money nigga)
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First pal up in the rare, I style up in my gear
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Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear
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Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists
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Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick
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Posters on the wall, posted on my balls
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Dick in her mouth, I tell her (I'm getting money nigga)
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Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle
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Fuck a Sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzled
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Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon
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Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom (We getting money nigga)
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Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune
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For I get like that boom, boom room (I'm getting money nigga)
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Wreck 'N Effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon
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Since the movie "Cacoon", had my uzi, platooned (I'm getting money nigga)
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[Chorus]
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They getting nice, they got some ice
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Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)
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They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
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Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)
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See acting fiesty, getting shiesty
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Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)
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Just lay back, get your face slapped
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We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)
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[Cam'Ron]
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My team is the "Goonies" we where seen with buffonies
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Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis, and Bloomies
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Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney
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But proceeded to moon me (I'm getting money nigga)
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Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, Vs 1 and 2
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I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22
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Get him a maury flow, from the maury show
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Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show
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He in bootcamp, you on food stamps
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Welfare, no healthcare, a true tramp
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And I'm lockey, lockey, leave you pokey, pokey
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No Rice a Roni, that's the Okey, Dokey
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Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokey
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Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty
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Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound whodie
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Here's a map, go load yourself a town, sporty
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I was down forty, now I'm up fifty
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Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me?
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Killa
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[Chorus]
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They getting nice, they got some ice
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Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)
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They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
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Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)
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See acting fiesty, getting shiesty
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Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)
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Just lay back, get your face slapped
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We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)
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Get 'Em Girl
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| Cam'ron |
