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Once again it's the shadiest
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In the 80's when you was pushin Stadias
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I was rollin on Mercedes with the alias, daily
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Throwin up my radius
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Maybe it's why the ladies afraid of me
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Don't know what to say to me
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But she's intrigued by the diamond cut watch
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The black silk socks, the videos, and [edited]
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and buddha parties in the docks
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that's where the 80 foot yachts is
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And you can hear the bass for blocks
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Fool wet bar just to fade ya
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Left behinds keep blowin up my pager
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And it's a freaky scene, chains and whips
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Only bring the squeaky clean [edited] that came to mix
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with Tha Liks, the authentic, [edited] scented
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Limo, windows tinted, so you can't see who's in it
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There's no limit to how many mics get tore a minute
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If the party's crackin then I'm in it
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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We got the party locked down, whatchu wanna do
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Ladies wanna dance, homies do too
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Don't even bring a strap to this
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King Tee'll make ya clap to this
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Now you're rollin with the King, flossin with no flaws
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in the ring tossin to leave jaws in a sling often
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The scrilla peeler, cabbage clutcher, kitty luster
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[edited] toucher, [edited] hustler
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Rush the dancefloor, see a [edited]
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that make me wanna 'be the one with you' like Usher
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Plus the cluster, the type black in the bar back
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was cool, the front and the back was cool
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So we do, Cognac for two
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that make the King wanna Act A Fool (remember that?)
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Playa haters hot, cause I got, more gold than
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Willie Gault an' them, I ain't faultin them
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But Let's Talk About Sex like Salt n' them
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I won't end, you want in, let's not pretend
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I get the party hot like the cops walked on your block
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(Whassup?) Cause King Tee got it locked
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Chorus
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Some of y'all still don't know what King means, it means ruler
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Cas-tle dweller, old schooler with the wine cellar
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and a drawbridge, my troops got ya crew hostage
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While I'm gettin [edited] ? a sausage
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Y'all kids wanna know how the boss lives
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Crib, saucy like ribs
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And I got first dibs, soon as you crack the bottle
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Toss it back til it's hollow, mackin everything
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from hoodrats to supermodels, never subtle
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Save your rebuttal, you couldn't get play in a huddle
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So ladies tell your man tonight, you can't tonight
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He gotta use his [edited] tonight, I guess I planned it right
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We can smash out in the glass house
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Hit the hotel, pull the cash out
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I give it til ya pass out, then slide back to the spot
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Cause Aftermath and King Tee got it locked
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Chorus 2X
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Got It Locked
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King Tee |