Toys, Toys
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Girls, Boys
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Toys, Toys
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Girls, Boys
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[Mac Dre]
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When I step in the room
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They put they coat on
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So much ice on they say "Hold on"
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But I can't hold on
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You can't stop me
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I rapping but I'd rather be shopping
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Rather be copping something to play with
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He Mac Dre with
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Wiggle through the Bay with
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From the AM to the PM
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Slide in the Benz or the BM
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BMW I'm lovin' you baby
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We doin' 80 on the 880
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Blocka, Blocka you hear the noise
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It's me and my boys playin' with our toys
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We glockin' Heckler and Koch'n
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Dumpin' on fools when the boys ain't watchin'
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Loose my composure, my poise
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I start squeezing on one of my toys
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[Chorus: Mac Dre]
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Toys, Toys
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Girls, Boys
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(You hear the noise, We playin' with our toys)
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Money burns a hole in me pocket
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Everything I see and want I got to cop it
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Flip it, whip it, swang it, dip it
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Whip's new or old as Mr. Lipid
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Candy paint job lookin' surpy
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Canvas top on my Cougar Mercury
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In me nut me like to swing eight's
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Two more whip's is European V8's
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I buys T-O-Y's
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4.6's, 745's
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Excursion's, Navigator's
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Put slump in 'em and wake up the neighbors
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Shake up the neighbors everytime they see me
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I make toys appear like a genie
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Any time I see the boys
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I dose, get ghost in one of my toys
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[Chorus]
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Toys
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| Mac Dre |
