Yeah but they need a beat that they can freak to
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Huh yaknahmean?
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Uhh, bounce, yeah
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Uhh.. bounce, yeah
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Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay
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Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay
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[LL Cool J]
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You wanna bang 'em bang 'em bang 'em 'til you can't no more
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Day-dreamin, bout slidin in that Bentley door
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Cuban chain tucked in so the back'll show
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Whip it out in front of chicks, they react to dough
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Fo' karats in each ear, lettin dude know
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That homes still flow like twenty-twos of snow
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Yankee over doo-rags, extra wristbands
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Pass the Heineken, you're not a Crist' fan
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Ice is the tightest, broads breakin they neck and catchin arthritis
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to bag a ghetto Midas
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Jeans saggin down (uh) with the Michael Vick jersey
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The white on whites from Uptown
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Wifebeater underneath
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If it's totally necessary, some gold teeth, it's on you
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Pull up to the club real slow, leanin back on the cell
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What the hell, these clowns is pointin at?
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[Chorus]
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(If you got the time.. then I've got the time) You clockin' G's
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You're monopoly, and you property
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(Tell homes over there to step off) You clockin' G's
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(If you got the time.. then I've got the time) You clockin' G's
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You're monopoly, and you property
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(Tell homes over there to step off) You clockin' G's
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[LL Cool J]
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Uhh, slide out slow (slowwwww)
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Argue on the phone (uh) glance at the chrome (yea)
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Hand on your waist just in case it's on
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Fully prepared to go to war 'til the break of dawn
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Slid a twenty to the bouncer, hold down the car
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Rollin up {?} to rush into the bar
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It's a simple recipe, I-C-E
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S-H-I-N-E equals free P
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Mad birds in the jump-off (uh) lookin thirsty
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Hot and broke, daddy have mercy
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She want Prada, the pearl of drawers
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The new Fendi mink so she can act stink
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The camouflage Pumas with the crystal stripes
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The Mz. Gatrak joints to keep her weave tight
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One clown tried to throw your vibe off all night
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Not knowin that you 20 deep, and you aight
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[Chorus]
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[LL Cool J]
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It's that, head-boppin, neck-jerkin
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Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin
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Head-boppin, neck-jerkin
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Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin
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Head-boppin, neck-jerkin
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Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin
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Head-boppin, neck-jerkin
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Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin
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Huh.. waffle house, three-thirty
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You ain't really hungry, you do it for the birdies
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(Fly pelican fly) And they do it for you
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Even though they always tell you what they not gon' do
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You know the game, you a patient killer
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Whisper sweet nothings, then switch gorilla
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She wanna ride in the 6, pick CD's
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Cause it's lookin so sick, with six TV's
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While you leanin back laughin, doin twenty-five
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Ridin real slow that's how gangstas ride
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You wanna bang her bang her bang her 'til you can't no more
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Dream over, you're closin the Bentley door, out
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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Clockin' G's
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| L.L. Cool J |
