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I, I came to put it down
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Straight from New York to da A-Town
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Haters wanna see me down
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I ain't even put, put, put it down
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And when I'm flippin' the script and they gon be like-Oh
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And if I skip em' or chip em' they gon be like-No
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Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' cause they already-Know
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This Real Music I Make It Hot
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[Verse:]
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It's Little Mama voice of the young people
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Mouthpiece for the young breeze so slow ya speed... Whoa!
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I'm about dat fetty, about that dat dough, about dat flow
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After me that's as far as it goes
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Cause Little Mama got whips and chains
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The only time you see it bark is at a tear for I'm a walk ya game
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Been G'd up since Hawk was lain
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So you doubt me you doubt ya brain
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Must, must be insane to ever thinkin' that a chick like B could ever, ever see a chick like me
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That's Crazy!
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And if you ever thought that it might be
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Then you betta step ya J-O-B, Up Baby!
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Been crazy since I was a baby!
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Now ya girl switch write bars and spit crazy
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Let the whole world know I gets crazy!
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With da music I make it hot
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[Chorus]
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Hot, hot my lyrics be popping
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Oh how I could just spit it so sloppy
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The way that I be rocking they probably think I'm cocky
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But they don't know about me I grab it til I lock it-Down
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They pointin' fingaz and chose me cause I'm a hold it-Down
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I'm spittin records and bet this you can't control it-Now
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They spinning' records and notice that I'm a hold it-Down
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With da music I make it pop
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Pop, Pop dough school, pro tool,
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Get in da booth and I'm a show you how a pro do
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Me to you whom
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Not even I could stand up when I
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Why try look, my eyes don't lie
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I don't see nobody close as I
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I been lookin' through my periphial vision and I
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Start to wonder hypnosed is I
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Nobody as nice as I remember that I, I, I,
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[Chorus]
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It's Little Mama!
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Voice of the Young People!
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This Real Music I Make It Hot
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It's Little Mama!
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Make It Hot (Put It Down)
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| Lil Mama |
