[JD talking (Foxy Brown)]
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(Uh.) Did y'all expect us?
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(No no.) Bitches, can y'all get naked?
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(That's right!)
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[JD]
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Uh, y'all know me, and the dough I see
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Fa so la ti, it's chi chi
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Ladies wanna hold me, get to know me
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Talks to each it, wanna sleep with it
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Simplisticness keeps me hot, while y'all stress
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Tryin to see the top stop, everything drop so
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Everything drop platinum or gold and the whole world know
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I'm that playboy J, doin it my way like Usher
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And I don't feel bad when I crush ya
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Like blush ya, style big ball, I'ma hit y'all
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With shit that's gon make niggas forget y'all
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You feel me dog? I'm a C-H-I, multi
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And I live and die for the whole pie
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You can call it what you want, I'm a motherfuckin vet
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[Hook: Mack 10 (JD) {Foxy Brown} X2]
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(And ain't none a y'all seen nothin yet!)
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It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
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So let it be known that it's all for real
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{And all we about is them dollar dollar bills!}
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[Foxy Brown]
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You know that Na Na got the heater shit
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That uh, everybody wanna eat her shit
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Niggas talkin about they six wanna see this shit
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Knowin half a y'all broads wanna be this bitch
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From NY to the west side, motherfuckers keep me in the best ride
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38 chest size, ain't fuckin less I come off
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With like 30 G's easy once the nigga dead off
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Shit, never trust shit, I gives a fuck
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I'm a ring finger rock chick, straight lock bitch
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And everything I rocks with
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Either pops shit or fuck a nigga topless, y'all hoes finky
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Got to bank this to even see me half naked
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Like the black Susan Lucci, stiletto pumps, Gucci
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Ridicuolous ice, tag me, million dollar price
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Stay frontin, y'all cats ain't seen nothin
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[Hook x2]
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[Mack 10 (Foxy Brown)]
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I push a six feet drop, red and pallamino
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And keep the semi glock, where ever me go
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I stay ruger ready, or either Smith & Wesson
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And burn hearts, like they indigested it if I'm tested
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So where you wanna meet at playa, over here?
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I'll be the one with all the ice on in the surplus gear
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Plus I'll tell you what's real, so uh, baby listen
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Put your shades on when you peep the Lex cuz the baugettes glisten
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(I want the whole three dozen
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And with that drama, biz)
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Well it all depends on how ill your na na is
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Can you go O-T with a few and a gun?
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But can you cook it with the whoop and make two outta one?
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Now you can be up in the west and do it my way
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Or hit the homie JD in Atlanta, GA
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Wanna ball well let's bounce, get the heat and the scale
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Now Mack and Fox Boogie got dope to sell
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[Hook x2]
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[Mack 10: talking]
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The Hoo Banger, Mack 10.
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The Ill Na Na, Foxy Brown.
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And the homie JD, the don chi chi.
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We got the Recipe, break it down.
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You Ain' Seen Nothin' Yet
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| Mack 10 |
