[Top Dog Big Kahuna]
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Is it The Big Ohh, or is it gon' be no?
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Let me tell you one thing, D-O ain't trickin no dough
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At a show, shorties wanna meet me at the mo'
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Askin mad questions about the dough I hold
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Hold on baby, don't even go that route
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Because the money, that I'll make you don't need to know foul
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Cuz the thing change, and all the talkin stops here
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Just lay your back down, and take off your underwear
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Who cares, it's your bras and panties, they ain't matchin
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Yo what's the rules? You have to leave if The Ohh ain't happenin
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Yo, why you laughin, you won't be laughin
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If you standin in front of room,
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they clear to get your punk ass maskin
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[Smokelite]
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Only mess wit the girls that sharin (Sharon), they nickname carin (Karen)
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Known from the big butt and the tight Jean wearin
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Also big breasts, always comin to my rest
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While I cores they chest, and they suck me off next
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Easily place in the mouth, like a grape from a tree
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But she can't eat it, she must suck it, like a sweet lolli
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I know that's a hobby, I met her in a lobby
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Lookin good, beautiful self, bad ass body
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[Chorus]
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Yo it's goin out to Nicole, out in New Jerz
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To my girl Keisha, out in D.C.
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It's all about the girls, girls, girls, girls
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Spark them some O.G.C.
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And it's going out to Wendy, out in L.A.
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Going out to Tasha, out in Tennessee
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It's all about the girls, girls, girls, girls
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Bob Marley spliffs and hennecy
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[Starang Wondah]
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It was me and Hennyville in the Starang mobile
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On my way uptown, pumpin the new Dru Hill
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I couldn't rush it, turn to Hennyville, bust this
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Seen Reese in tight jeans, doin her ass no justice
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Her mother gaspin, right where the restaurant be
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I drove by, waved, kinda nonchalantly
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Me and my man, cruisin through, checkin out the scenery
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Stopped at the light, these two niggas double schemin me
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Lookin in my 740, so I guess they beemin me
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Yo they ain't gettin money, yo ask me what it mean to me
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[Louieville Sluggah]
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Yo, not a God damn, not since you my man
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Because of jealously, over they fuckin toes, he ran
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Yo I'm the Villest, that be my nigga for real
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You don't think shit real, then go and ask your girl
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[Starang Wondah]
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Aha, we stopped by the store, I stepped outta the ride
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My big gold chain steady swingin side to side
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These two shorty wops, was all up in my grill like a barbecue
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Say "I don't wanna bother you, but aren't you Starang"
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They couldn't keep they eyes off my big gold chain
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I kept my eyes on they ass, so shit was like the same
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Yo simple and plain, I know ya be singin my song
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Let's take 'em back to the crib, so we can all get along
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The Big Ohh
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[Chorus]
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Going out to Mergari in N.Y.
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And this is going out to Tammy out in N.C.
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It's all about the girls, girls, girls, girls
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Bless the mics for the whole M.F.C.
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[Louieville Sluggah]
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Guess who, son, just um, jumped upon the scene
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Nadine, you know that chick we met out in Queens
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That chick is mean, she steamed our whole team
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Had heads gackin up things like gangrene
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Take it from B.B.D., that think right is labeled "Poison Five"
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You never could trust a big butt and a smile
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For she say we display our thing well
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And I say "Bitch, what that shit you tell?"
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Shit, I know, niggas that hit it and lookin sick
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No, no, sick dick, Henny I do a bid
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Don't explain, simple and plain
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The only thing you lovin is my name and my fame
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[Chorus]
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It's all about the girls, girls, girls, girls
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To Shari out there in Philly
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Break it down now, girls, girls, girls, girls
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To Sundum Lee in Japan
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Yo it's all about the girls, girls, girls, girls
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To my girl Bronca Swollen from Brazil
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Girls, girls, girls, girls
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To Francewola Bei from Paris
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Bless the mic! (8X)
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The Big Ohh
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| Originoo Gunn Clapazz |
