Chorus: Manny Fresh (2x)
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If you could be me for an hour
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Have Money and Power
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Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower
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You Would love that (Hot, Hot)
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You Would love that (Hot, Hot)
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Baby:
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Nugga ge yo shit together
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Tell the homeboys, we gone shine in the rainy weather
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Strap up we gon' ride tonight
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Cause all I wan' do is play with hoes tonight
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And my Rollies with my bezzel speak through the ice
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Let my Jag drop top speak through the gold head lights
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Man, I'm on an all night flight
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Worth about a millie on a silly night
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On the really,I'm worth about a hundred millie on a rainy night
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Playboy and my game be tight
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I wanna holla at my little brother L, he restin' in peace
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My daddy Johnny, playa he restin' in peace
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Or my momma Gladys or my sister Noreese
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Man half of my family already deceased
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But this baller life don't mean nothin' to me
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Playa if I can't share it with my muthafuckin' family
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I'ma roll with my heat and ride with my H.B.'s
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And make all my hoes say the love me
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Fitted hats, stayin' strap, Ree's on my feet
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Ask 'Lac playboy if you don't believe me
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You better stay straped rollin' in the UPT
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Besides all these cars and all these broads
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Holla at me playa thangs for 10 a ki
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Playboy you could believe me
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Chorus: Manny Fresh (2x)
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Manny Fresh:
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It was one summer night in the middle of June
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Me and Belle blowin' blunts up under the moon
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When this nigga croos the street start talkin' shit
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Tellin' all his jive niggas that my music don't hit
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See I payed it no matter
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Every album gets hotter, than the last one partner
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What's ya real reason nigga, for hatin' me man
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Cause the bitch that ya wit', was datin' me man
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You bout hoe shit
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Keep it on the down low shit
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Hoe broke and lonely don't know shit
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Usually Captain Kirk a bitch
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I'll rough a bitch
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'Til she say, "I had enough shit"
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I know ya bumpin' Cash Money, ya like Manny tracks
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Got ya Sony CD pumped up to the max
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You should be on Jerry Springer, 'cause nigga you the king of
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Hatin' on niggaz that's keepin' it real
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Big Tymers had money before the record deal
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Uh, If fuckin' music don't work nigga then I still got the wheels
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Hmm, How you diggin' that
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How you diggin' that
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How you diggin' that
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Chorus: Manny Fresh (4x)
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Baby:
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I owe my dedication to my homeboy Manny
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Cause I'd probably still be in a penitentiery
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Or still sellin' yey on these dark city streets
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Or duckin' these haters tryin' to visit me
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Or the feds, want me to face 4 to 40 for conspiracy
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Playboy this life is real to me
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I'm rollin' Uptown wit' automatic artillery
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All I can say s Fresh kept it real wit' me
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But I know my lil B.G. could feel me
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That's why I'm hollin' Chopper City in my song nigga
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And you wearin' earings with bezzels 'cause I bought 'em nigga
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But you the reason why I keep it real with niggaz
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Juvenile came and formed this Hot Boy Clique
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And Lil Weezy I know you planted the seed
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And when it come I know you gon' name it after me
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I owe it all to the Lord and to Suga Slim for savin' me
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>From these guns, round the white
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And puttin' that ron on another nigga son
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And tellin' me that I can be all gravy
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And tellin' me that I could save this nigga baby
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And if you don't believe me playa I put it on that 99 big body Benz
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And the Lord and My friends cause Cash Money out to win
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Playboy you could believe that
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How You Luv That Boy
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Hah Nigga, How You Luv That Playa
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Tell Me nigga, How You Luv That Playa
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Hah Nigga, How You Luv That Playa
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It's all gravy baby
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Nigga been havin' shit nigga
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Ridin' flossin' before we did all this shit nigga
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Million dollar homes nigga
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Everybody in my clique ride on chrome nigga
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I don't make nah nigga wait for shit
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Once we want it we gon' get that shit
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Playboy you could believe that
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Money and Power
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Big Tymers |