*featuring Jay-Z, Missy Elliott, Twista
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[Jay-Z]
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R-O-C
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Memph Bleek
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Jigga man
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Missy, Twista sho' nuff
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Yeah, yo
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Don't get mad at me
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I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
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I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
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I replace 'em with another one
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You had to see she keep calling me BIG
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(And another one!)
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And my name is Jay-Z
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She was all on my dick
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Gradually I'm taking over your bitch
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Coming over your shit
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Got my feet up on you sofas, man
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I mean a hostess for my open hand
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You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans
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I got your bitch up in my Rover man
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I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
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In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
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I'mma pimp her, it's over man
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When I twist her in the Gold sedan
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Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose man
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Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands
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wedding bands don't make it rosy man
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[Missy]
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Oh is that your chick
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Why she all in his six?
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With her hand on his dick
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Keep licking her lips
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Is that your chick?
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Why she all in his ride?
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With her hand on his thigh
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Keep looking in his eyes
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Oh is that your chick?
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You better tell her chill
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While you all in his grill
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Don't you know that man kill?
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Is that your chick?
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Why she beeping him?
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Keep praising him?
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Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
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[Memphis Bleek]
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Yo check it now, yo, yo
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Your hoe chose I
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I ain't gonna lie
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What I look like turnin' down chocha
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Drove by, smokin' lye
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Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
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Hop in the passenger side of the ride
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Damn Bleek, can't speak
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Uh-huh, okay, what's up, SHUT UP
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And close the door
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Act like you been in the drop top
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On the open road before
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Fix your weave, then fix me
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Ever gave head doing 160?
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Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy
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How you love how the white wife beater fit me
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M-dot, him hot, them not
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(That's gangsta)
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[Missy]
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Oh is that your chick
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Why she all in his six?
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With her hand on his dick
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Keep licking her lips
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Is that your chick?
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Why she all in his ride?
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With her hand on his thigh
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Keep looking in his eyes
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Oh is that your chick?
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You better tell her chill
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While you all in his grill
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Don't you know that man kill?
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Is that your chick?
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Why she beeping him?
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Keep praising him?
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Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
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[Twista]
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Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming
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Like a demon fiending for the semen
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Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan
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Gone while I'm leanin' smoking
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I'm whip it in the stomach
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Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashing your money
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Why you acting so funny?
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You know she been flirting while your working
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Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain
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Poppin' that pussy
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Sweatin' till no fluid is left
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When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death
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You gon' ruin your rep
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Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers
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Playa lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepper
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Must have been mad
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When your ho put my stuff in the dash
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Bust in her ass
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To climax I come up with a nab
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The game don't stop
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Legit ballers bending up the block
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Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props
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Sucking and fucking, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her
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Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah
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[Missy]
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Oh is that your chick
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Why she all in his six?
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With her hand on his dick
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Keep licking her lips
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Is that your chick?
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Why she all in his ride?
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With her hand on his thigh
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Keep looking in his eyes
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Oh is that your chick?
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You better tell her chill
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While you all in his grill
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Don't you know that man kill?
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Is that your chick?
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Why she beeping him?
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Keep praising him?
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Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
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[Jay-Z]
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Yo, yo
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Why you home alone, why she out with me?
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Room 112, hotel balcony
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How she say Jay you can call the house for me?
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There's no respect at all
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You betta check her dawg
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She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
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So she can have my kids and say it was yours
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How foul is she? And you wifed her
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Shit, I put the rubber on tighter
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Sent her home, when she entered home
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You hugged her up
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What the fuck is up?
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She got you whipped, got your kids
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Got your home, but that's not your bitch
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You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Ea |