Otis:
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It's on you girl, it's all on you, girl!
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It's on you girl, it's all on you!
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Look girl, you know that I wanna hit that.
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You only with it cause you know I kick a sick rap
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Your man wanna combat, but I ain't on that
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He just mad that AMB got the contract
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Funny how so many bitches wanna come by
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When back then it was, "Aww, he's just some guy"
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Now that my paper's straight, they wanna act right
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Flossin' them titties and steady workin' the backside
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Whisper in my ear sayin' they can treat a thug right
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Well, that ain't me, bitch. I live scrub life
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Cause that's the only way I escape
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Watchin' my old school Monday night Nitro tapes
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With my homeboys - And they' tap that ass
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Most times they do, it's just a part of the path
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From the crowd to the stage, from the stage to the head
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Through the back, to the crew, to the bus, to the bed
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If you had it your way it wouldn't end with a thanks
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It'd be bus to the bed then straight to the bank
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Fuck that
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All you want is some superstar sex
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To try to get you some of them superstar checks
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Keep callin' me superstar and this what you get
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Mister Otis chokin' the shit outta that pretty little neck (just fuckin' die!)
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And don't think for a second that you're wifey.
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You get a dick and that's it and then I'm like, "Peace!"
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Chorus:
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It's like this; you ain't right you trife bitch, you sick
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Always out for my chips and dip
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You think them lips will get shit from me?
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Nothin' but a nut and a fuck and that's free.
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NoNothin' but a nut and a fuck and that's free.
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NoNothin' but a nut and a fuck and that's free.
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You think them lips will get shit from me?
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Nothin' but a nut and a fuck and that's free
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Hook:
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It's on you girl, it's all on you, girl!
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It's on you girl, it's all on you!
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Bonez Dubb:
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Oh no, I seen her comin' from a long ways
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She got a limp and her walkin' don't look okay
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Steady shakin' and bakin' takin' them baby steps
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More like a shuffle or hustle, but with a broke neck
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Bitch, I ain't got no twenty for that ass
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Cause you know crackheads don't pay nobody back
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I can drop you off at my homie's crib and they'd love to give that dirty little neden a dip, shit
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I ain't hatin' I'm just sayin' that you playin' all that namin' on my game, that shit's gotta go
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And I'm creepin' and you sleepin' on them meetin' to decide
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When the fuck we gonna roll on this basehead hoe
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One thing I gotta do before you say somethin' else
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Is try to get this girl some professional help
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I'm gonna get someone to take you out
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To try to get some food instead of dick in your mouth
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Cause it's like that
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I ain't down and you ain't shit
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Back up off the dip, you dumb bitch
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I chop necks and sirens
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By all means, stay off the street and start smokin' the green
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I see you screamin' at the camera up on T.V.
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Steady makin' your rounds up on the news team
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Cause they give up a hoe that's so dead and sick
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But she'll never catch a drift of my chips and dip!
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Chorus:
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It's like this; you ain't right you trife bitch, you sick
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Always out for my chips and dip
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You think them lips will get shit from me?
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Nothin' but a nut and a fuck and that's free.
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NoNothin' but a nut and a fuck and that's free.
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NoNothin' but a nut and a fuck and that's free.
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You think them lips will get shit from me?
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Nothin' but a nut and a fuck and that's free
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Hook:
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It's on you girl, it's all on you, girl!
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It's on you girl, it's all on you!
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Otis:
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And that's right! Scrub life, bitch! Sweat from my biggity balls!
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Chips N Dip
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AMB |