*featuring Manish Man
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[JD]
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uhuh, uh, yo
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uhuh, uh yo
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See around here
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How many things can make y'all bounce you-know-im-sayin?
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Left to right, right to left
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uh, its so so def
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and uh, yo, let it go
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[Chorus: Manish Man]
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Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
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Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
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Number three, come down with your strap-on strap-on
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Niggas love to hate, so get your cap-on cap-on
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[Manish Man]
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One for my niggas aint down for hoes
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Free drinks for my niggas stayin crunk throwin bows
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Its ya boy Manish Man in this bitch
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Niggas love to hate, hoes jock cause I'm gettin rich
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Keep my mind on my fetti just to let you know
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Strapped with rocks, reds, and camera's in my black fo'fo
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On the east-side nigga tryin to get me some paper
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Lythonia, Stone Mountain, all over Decatur
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These hoes be lovin the player, Jason calling me baby
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But fuck that, I rather trot these hoes are too damn shady
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Look I dont need a bitch, I'm ridin down for me
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And fuck a gang of niggas, see I'm a soldier G
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And aint another nigga, who got more got game than me
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You need to check yo shit, because its lame to me
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Since 91 been payin the cost, to be the boss
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Got no time to floss, because the game's throwed off
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[Chorus]
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[Manish Man]
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Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
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Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
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Number three, dont forget to put ya strap on ya side
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Nigga who ride who ride
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[JD]
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uh, South-side, South-side
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If anybody know bout paper-chasing its me
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Playboy J to the, E-N-D
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Steady showin niggas how we do it down south
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Steady ridin shit that aint even came out
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In the club, VIP is where you find me at
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Private planes, ice chains, I dont know how to act
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Every city, got me somethin pretty keep em on they back
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"If I aint a hot boy then what do you call that"
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If its my shit, off the top you can tell
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Cranberry, pineapple, four bottles of bale
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Cats that play sports, rap fresh from jail
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Hoes in packs, screamin out ATL
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See I'm the type of nigga that was built for cash
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Drive me and droppin puttin down a smash
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Knowin nothing in life, but how to make these hits
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Get paper, spit game in, pull me a bitch
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[Chorus]
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[Manish Man]
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Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
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Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
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Number three, dont forget to put the strap on ya side
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Nigga who ride who ride, East-side, East-side
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Fuck these hoes, fuck these snitches
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Down south niggas, chop twenty-inches
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Fuck these snitches, and fuck these hoes
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Four TV screen's, big chevy four do's
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Niggas best believe imma represent
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Hardcore niggas gettin dead presidents
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Where the real niggas went, imma let you know
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Lay back with the strap, and they aint found no mo'
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These lil niggas trippin, all that hollarin-screamin
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I know yo momma saw dick, she should've swallowed that semen
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Now I'm drivin through your block, red hot like a demon
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Cock it back, all you see is the beam from my demon
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And it aint no ping ping nigga, black-eye black-eye
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No respect for the game, you better watch-out watch-out
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Got this shit on lock, and now you locked-out locked-out
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All that hate on a playa, gone get you knocked-out knocked-out
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[Chorus]
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[Manish Man]
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Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
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Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
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Number three, dont forget to put the strap on ya side
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Nigga who ride who ride, East-side, East-side
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Rules Of The Game
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| Jermaine Dupri |
