[Intro:]
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Whoo-OOOOH! (Yeahhh-ahhhh)
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Yeah (dah dah dah) gotta have some fun now
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(Gotta have some fun)
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This is that hypnotic
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[Chorus: Rell]
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You know, that I know
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That his flow, is so-so
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And I ain't sayin I'm a player
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But I'm a man with mo' class
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And I ain't tryin to be no hater
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But he ain't got no cash
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[AZ:]
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You know he hustle, so he's trouble
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All he see is he can free fuck you, feed you junk food
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It's just that kiddie shit that punks do, the one two
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Down at the hotel they humped and dumped you
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Minors I know well, you somethin to run through
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Vagina is wholesale, ain't nothin but young dudes
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Bottle here, bottle over there
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Lou bracelet, bings and things bling in they ear but stare
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Boys footwear, jeans hundred a pair
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With me, that's not a person you really wanna compare
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Came from it, stunt it, done it for years
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Drained from it, got a stomach from there
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I do better, investin a little cheddar
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And on linen resortin in swimming pool weather
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So come with me, have some fun with me
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So I can let more than just the sun hit me
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[Chorus]
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[AZ:]
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Large the minimum, spar with Rakim and them
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The God, in jailyards, I'm way larger than Eminem
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Love to the East coast, cop the 12 with the seats coached
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Keep close, there's more to it than just a mink coat
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So act right and move up the list
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And if you eatin red meat, switch up to fish
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Your jeans got nice fit, your ass the right width
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All you need is a villa, Marquis and the white six
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And that can happen 'fore the month is out
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I can see you up in Manhattan, jumpin out
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Tits is perked and your cake is fat
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The Ace is back, and haters need to face the facts
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There's no snow but Santa is near
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The hammers is here, the princess and the band is clear
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You been around but no one like me
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A John Singleton, young Spike Lee, I'll make ya famous
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[Chorus]
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[AZ:]
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So it's now or never, let's pow wow, whatever
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Beach house, eat out, fly down together
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Either that or I leave now if it's better
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Why beat around the lecture be the clown that sweats ya
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I'm just tryin to hear the sounds selector
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Have you lounge with Dexter, get from 'round them stressers
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Here's your chance to Aladdin on the lamp
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Loser or the champ the Franklins or the food stamps
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Talk to me
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[Chorus]
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You Know
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AZ |