[Intro:]
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I'm tired of all these bitch ass niggas asking me when I'm gonna drop.
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I got you niggas now. Say Mel and T gonna get this shit pressed up (uh huh ) I'm Ready!
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(I'm ready) 'cause I'm tired of these niggas asking me.
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[Chorus:]
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They like look Boosie when you gonna drop, why not Boosie is you're gonna flop nigga, un un.
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Boosie where been nigga I've been on the block at studios, selling blocks, whatever it takes to make a knot.
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[Boosie:]
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I ain't fucking with this dubbind shit the whole world loving this
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Bow down and suck this dick you are the rap fucking trick
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14 15 I told that I had a dream
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16 17 I was selling crack to crack fiens
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I live this shit so get it right
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My phone won't let me sleep at night
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My Razor phone is prepaid
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Them nextels they like AIDS
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They Dangerous, They Gangsterous like all my niggas who hang with us
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All my niggas who bang with us well Trill Entertainment change with us
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I made you wait until the winter now I got you cold
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2006 I'm in this bitch now I got control
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Gucci shades that's what I floss with
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My bitch don't window shop she goes in and shop for raw shit
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I told her outside fuck this
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Let's him with a double hit
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Me and Lil Weebie we drop more hits that Snoop Dog and Ludacris
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You ain't heard about this Boosie shit open you ears
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When you open you ears welcome to Phil nigga
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Man I've been hot selling out the stores
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But always lose my CEO's
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Love to fuck with gangsters I don't affiliate with hoes
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First I got to do my promo shows that gonna be hell
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Gotta do my interview like 50 that gonna make Lil B sell
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Gotta ease my mind in with Reese Keese down ATL
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Gotta leave the work to B and Trayl for the judge send me to jail
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I'm thugged out but you can't tell
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Was drugged out now I'm mell
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Don't smoke nothing, don't drank nothing
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You play me I'm gonna swang something
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Since been gonna my feelings gone
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Mane they did my nigga wrong
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If you think you're the sickest
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Confess and say you did it
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This album gonna be the sickest
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That's on my pops
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He put that dang-a-lang in my momma 9 months later I drop
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He told never smoke rock
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Told me how he hate cops
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He watching over be the bad ass drop
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Here go bad ass pops
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Daddy watch over me the bad ass drop and mama ain't gotta work no more believe that.
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 2:]
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I sick of a nigga with a 100 bricks
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Watch Lil Boosie running shit
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We dick hoes down for hours
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While you one niggas coming quick
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We flip these hoes like dominos
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Niggas better hide your hoes
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We snatch you all hoes out Magic City
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And make them hoes get ratchet with it
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I'm dicking dicking down south new makeover
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And niggas Louisiana takeover
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And like Hova I'm versatile
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Real niggas gonna retire
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I'm be like George Clinton round this bitch spiting that 45
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with this little light of mine
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I'm gonna shine
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You ain't got be featured on my tape I don't need you niggas anyway
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All my hoes thong drop
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Yeah, I take they thong off
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"Boosie when your album drop?"
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As soon as you finish swelling
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I'm finished thank you
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Pull your draws up on your waist
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Wipe that shit up out your face
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And let's go get an Outback Steak
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'cause Bad Ass done dropped today
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This what you gonna snatch today
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This the sickest dub edition since Tupac done passed away
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So you ain't gotta ask today
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When I'm coming is you following
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This bitch in done with so ask about the Golden Child
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Big stacks I'm holding now
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Big Gaks I'm buss 'em
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Big nights I fuck 'em, hand cuff 'em, 'cause I don't trust 'em
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2004 I was balling woah did you see the DVD
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I can hear Pimp C hollin about "look at me, look at me"
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I'm the spices in the gumbo
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I'm the fries at popeyes
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I ain't retarded I'm retunto
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Compared to no nigga at all
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'cause I'm a dog
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In the rock I'm a Pit
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And I stopping for shit I'm full blooded
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All my niggas go fearless from New York to Philly
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From Detroit to my State
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In Florida I am heavyweight
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In Georgia got real estate
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California affiliate
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Jackson Mississippi got my back like thats my living state
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Saint Louis and Mobile they clock steel and pop pills
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