(featuring Mannie Fresh & Lac)
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[Intro - Baby] w/ (ad-libs)
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Oh yeah nigga, holla at ya boy! (Oh yeah, holla at ya boy)
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You under smell, number one motherfucka! (Bird-Bezzy, Baby)
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Bird call (brrrrrrrrr)
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Mannie Fresh, laced me wit this beat, you know (Yeah!)
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You under smell it, we got's to get some money baby
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Ma I got to look good
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We got to get this cheese nigga
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[Verse 1 - Baby]
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Nigga flip on the block, the birds flew in
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I pick up a bite, I attend to the wind
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Shit, hungry dogs lyin town, dogs on the ground
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Niggas hustlin, and pimpin tryna put it down
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Pitch off the mound, that third world clown
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We hustle for the money, we scramble for the pound
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It's pimpin uptown, the boy in the lounge
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Put the ice on the shelf, put the whips up clown
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So put the whips up nigga, the Bird's in town
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We tryna get the money, the jewels, the brown
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Big houses, pimpin, shine uptown
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Never gon' stop, we millionaire bound, be-atch
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[Mannie Fresh]
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Mr. Pimp Pickle, walk wit a wiggle
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Keep a project bitch, and she gotta have that giggle
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It's "Sex In the City" every time she get wit me
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Wit her - up and down, and up - she pussy whipped
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But her pimp gon' take it, or pull it out and break it off
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Stop for ya pop, look her in her face, then shake it off
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A different day another dollar, see ya later I will holla
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Valet please could you bring around my Impala
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[Chorus - Mannie Fresh]
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I got to go, and you got to leave
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I'm in the wind baby, pleave believe
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That you won't be coming back
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Get yo hat, yo coat
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And walk on out the do'
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Cause you won't be, coming back
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[Verse 2 - Baby]
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It ain't nothin to a balla ma, cook somethin right
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I need some chicken, French fries, need it off top
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Lace my ride, black wall my tires
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Bought mami to the mall, Stiletto boots, skirt tie
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I worked her ride, I beamed her a line
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She love a balla baby, Birdman pimp fly
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Smoke hydro, we do it all night
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Mannie Fresh, Baby, CMR for life
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[Lac]
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Lil' funky, nasty bitch, I pay you to fuck
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For what bitch, better catch ya cut
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I'm not a rat's haven, for hoes, I'ma piiiimp
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Make them hoes call me Caddy Daddy Sliiiim
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I'ma mac'a, break a gear and a game
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Show a hotter hustle niggas, and bring head of the change
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Who you think brought that Caddy, and that brand new Range
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Wit them 24's on 'em, and all that blang - bitch
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[Chorus] w/ (ad-libs)
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[Verse 3 - Baby]
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I could give you what you want ma, you give me what I need
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Make ya fly like a bird, and stay dressed to a T
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Wit Stunna on ya neck, Smith-N-Wesson on the seat
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Kitchen countin loot, I'm in the streets gettin money
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Pimpin is a natural, on hoes I'm wit it
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You never ride accurate, just dance and business
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And we do the best of thangs, and we never slow down
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We keep it all hood, cause that's how it's goin out
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Slide in this ma, go holla at ya dogs
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And have a good time, and head to the mall
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I'ma take you to the block, wit the crack and mac
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But it's the Birdman daddy, got the stacks of stacks
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[Chorus] w/ (ad-libs)
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Won't Be Coming Back
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Baby AKA The #1 Stunna |