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[E-40]BEYOTCH!
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Whas happenin, whas happenin?
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You got to love this yere nigguh
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My boys, my Hot Boys
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Juve and ??
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Bout to lace this game nigga
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Do it the way we do it with E-4-0 Charlie Hustle
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[B.G.]
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Look, I went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches
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Stealin niggaz cars to TV's in Expeditions
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Thuggin is how I play it everyday all day
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I keep it all the way real I can't see it no other way
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I represent mines, Hot Boys
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Slip up my whole click rides, get shot boy
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That's how it go; we straight do or die - we checkmate holdin niggaz
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Then come where yo' momma lay down and kick in the do' nigga
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(Juvenile! Juvenile! Juvenile!)
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[Juvenile]
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Let's get this shit cracklin
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My probation officer's gonna know what happened
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Stay out the way I'm H-O-T and bout that action
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Hooded up with dem slugs and face-maskin, camouflage fashion
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I'm all about that luxury (luxury) - I'm also bout
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puttin 50 in yo' head boy if you thinkin bout fuckin me
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I'ma be here fo' a minute (what else?) you gotta respect it (uh-huh)
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There's a lot of niggaz out here gettin killed to accept it
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[E-40]BEYOTCH!
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Chorus: E-40 and Hot Boys (repeat 2X)
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Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (LOOK AT ME)
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Squattin twenty inch Twinkies (LOOK AT ME)
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I'm like that! It's like that! WHAT?
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I'm like that! It's like that! (LOOK AT ME)
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[E-40]
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Charlie Hustle on it in the fast lane, drivin slow
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with a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoe
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Squattin four times ga-uh gold Zenith wides and vogues
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Bout snuffin down, right next to me, is the call from the frogs
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Uhh - sound system on bloo-blam-blam
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Puffin on the doobie almost grubbed, dang it burnt in my lap
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Smokin trees with the window up (windows up)
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Traffic backed up, middle finger up
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I don't associate or surround myself with C.I.'s
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Confidential Informants snitches affadavits stool pigeons
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Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps I be kickin it real tough
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with the, P.I.'s, hustlers, tycoons
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Gangsters killers that might not even look like
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with trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benzes
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Player type individuals, thugged out times a thousand
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Those nigguh-ish niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
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New millenium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs
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House parties strip joints gamblin shacks and hole in the wall clubs
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[E-40]BEYOTCH!
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Chorus
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[Baby]
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Man, it's like neighborhood shit with a gangster bitch
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So get yo' paper straight nigga and go and buy some shit
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TV's inside when I ride bitch
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And I'ma hide these hoes behind limo tints
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Fulfill my dreams I'm a rich bitch
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And when I hit yo' hood I'ma blind a bitch
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Shine, tape sellin got me buyin shit
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Dyin? Gon' be here past ninety-nine, slick
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Rewind, these hoes back to time slick
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So nigga slap that bitch, bat that batch
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Kick her in the ass and tell that hoe Hot Boy in this bitch
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So nigga fuck that bitch, tell her suck yo' dick
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[Lil' Wayne]
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Now, now
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Here come the youngest, Wayne, you can call me Weezy
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Flyin up the interstate in a Lamborghini
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Police right behind me, I'm drivin too fast
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I pull over on the grass, they want my autograph
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I flipped off ki's, I get my G's
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I spit my 3's if you twist my cheese
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I'm duckin white sheets and I avoid the Feds
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If you think that you can stop us - boi go auhead
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Chorus
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[E-40]BEYOTCH!
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[Juvenile]
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E-Feezy and the HB's in this motherfucker man (the Hot Boys)
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Juvenile (Bosco) you heard about me
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The B.G. (uh-huh) the number one stun'na (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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Baby Thirty-Two Gold ya heard me?
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The Bay Area, and the U-P-T (uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh)
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We connected nigga, you gotta respect it
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It's off the heezy
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Uhh, uhh (what, BEYOTCH!)
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Look at Me
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