[MJG]
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Roach spraid on the block
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Then I took my throwback
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Now my soldiers posted up
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Hangin' like a coatrack
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Gun in the bushes and
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Work in the stash spot
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Overtime, al night
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Try'na make a fat knock
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Swell in my pocket
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Like I'm carryin' a loaf of bread
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Been around the world
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But I still love local head
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Got the shit to make 'em jump
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It's hyper like a pimp rally
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Give 'em just a piece it make 'em
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Mime me like a skip daddy
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Glock, Chevy parked in the yard
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Wit' the double pipes
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If I catch ya try'na steal it
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I'ma get double life
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I ain't wanna do it, I ain't even really hate son
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That's a damn shame but tomorrow, I'ma make ???
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Black Hummer waitin' for me in front of the jail house
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Comin' for the boys who thought that I wouldn't bail out
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Top notch citizen, on top of his shit again
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Pimp type, M-J-G, another hit again
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[Hook: MJG (Pimp C)]
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This some grown man shit, pussy ass nigga!
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How you wanna do it, we can just get to it
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(Watchu wanna do, how you wanna do it?)
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(Pussy ass nigga, we can just get to it, bitch)
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This some grown man shit, pussy ass nigga!
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How you wanna do it, we can just get to it
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(Watchu wanna do, how you wanna do it?)
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(Pussy ass nigga, we can just get to it)
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[8 Ball]
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Boys ask me all the time
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Am I tired of the grind
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Hell naw nigga, gettin' richer
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That's all on my mind
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Twist the pine, smoke a pound
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Grabbin' chickens, buy a ticket
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Delta airlines, pimp, I got some down ass bitches
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Broads wit' them credit cards
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Make her listen, let her charge
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Flat TVs and some tiles for my momma car
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Eighty-thousand dollars, I'mma fuckin' ghetto superstar
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Work come soft, never hard, that's a different charge
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Tre-8 never jam if I gotta blam blam!
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If you not a regular, I'm taxin' you like Uncle Sam
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Rubber gloves, blue magic and some Downy sheets
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Plenty plastic wrap and a vacuum pack machine
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My uncle, "Old School" don't need nothin' but a triple-beam
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A dollar and a plate, he like to hit it while he mix it
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I be rollin' up blunts in the den, countin' bread
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30 dollars till my heart stop beatin' and I'm dead
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[Hook]
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[Pimp C]
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Unh
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Sweet Jones is the pimp of the year
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Wrist full of frozen fireworks
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6 in my ear, fly hoes and chains and
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Swangin' on them thangs bitch
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No I ain't no lame, got cocaine
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It ain't no thang bitch, for you to drive down holl'n for ten
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Guaranteed when ya test it you'll come and get 'em again
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I heard a nigga say his name was Pimp C on that "Boss'n Up" movie
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But that nigga ain't me
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Too many clones in the streets and on the microphone
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Pussy ass niggaz need to leave my legacy alone
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'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' king in that Texas
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Don't hesitate to put that thang on them plexers
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'Cause it ain't no thang to lay yo' lump off in yo' lap boy
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Hit his figure wit' the trigger, scratch off in the toy
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Fuck me, not a change nigga fuck you
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You want a war? It's whateva you bitches wanna do
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[Hook till fade]
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Whatchu Gonna Do
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| 8Ball & MJG |
