Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X
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Make money money -- GO SHOPPIN!
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Take money money -- GO SHOPPIN!
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No matter what the weather, winter spring or fall
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We'll be doin it... "at the mall"
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[G-Dep]
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Yo what the deal cousin, gave him a pound now we huggin
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in the mall thuggin, buggin, spent a few hundred
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Shorties must be lovin, shit, jigg to my Wallow's
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They watch like Movado so I floss like I'm lotto
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You ain't loungin, til you've been countin by the thousands
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Profilin, pushin more weight than your medallion
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We be wildin, lockin blocks down just like the Island
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Dough pilin, we keeps it in the family like Italians
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Ballin, cop some Charles Jordan and some icebergs
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Ice herbs, nice curves, girlfriend with the white fur
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Pushed up, feel her like some shots of Tequila
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Said her man's a dealer, with all these bags from Antilla
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He got to be, but you hot to me, you under lock and key?
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Laid it down properly, this cat at Stern's watchin me
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Moved on me sloppily, prepare for the fallout
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with gats to blow the wall out, clear the mall out
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Chorus
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[Shiggy Sha]
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Yo, don't be mad at me, I used to be
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King Raggedy, fiends naggin me, shit I had to breathe
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Gradually, rocked casually, Sha passed the leave
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Vaseline slick shit, green stick shit
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Honey got some mean lipstick, my knot's this thick
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And I cop the meanest shit, still ride DISCUS
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but cops frisk us, the block whispers
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Theft need to stop, how we cop
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but you can Guess like them jeans you rock
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For now I'm rollin right, cause I had four faces
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fightin four cases in ?North face? of Dolemite
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So if he's here I ace the toners out my holdin tight
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Shorty lookin innocent there, in Benetton gear
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Nuttin innocent here, this ?henneson gear?
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Give us a year, to really see clear, through these Cartiers
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And do it party yea is what I'll probably hear
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Sharkskin is what I'll probably wear, designed by Pierre, trust me
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And look lovely with it
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Cop a 4.2 and get ugly with it, snugly fitted, ruggedly hittin
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Fitted in my Coogi knitted, compliments on the doobie did it
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Got the movie rented if the crew be with it yo
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Chorus 1/2
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[Guru]
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Most times I'm casual, but easily I switch
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to some fly shit, like some silk suits by Paul Smith
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And purchase some kicks by Kenneth Cole
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Cop a Hilfiger, or Polo goose, for when it's cold
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Armani, and Gaultier specs cover my eyes
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The definition of jiggy so you best to recognize
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At the mall, I'm baggin up, much more than gear
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Victoria, be whisperin mad Secrets in my ear
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She wanted me to knock her in the back of Foot Locker
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I chuckled as she kicked more game than soccer
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Others try to copy, I see em when they mock me
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Baseball cap bent, the fresh scent is ?seemiyaka?
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All the way from Green Acre's to the Beverly Center
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heads turn, and I'm the main concern when I enter
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At Albee Square, niggaz wouldn't even dare
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with that fake thuggish ruggish when them Brooklyn kids be in there
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Saw ?newriqi L? and then a sweet for my girl
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Stylin, on the cell phone smilin, it's my world
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Can't forget the Avorex, pocket for the royalty checks
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My crew be showin loyalty, plus utmost respect
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Yo son, go pioneer them bimbos, while I get some Timbo's
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Later on that night you'll find them nymphos
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That's how it goes cause mad heads be in the mall
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Let's breeze, we got a show, plus I got another phone call
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The Mall
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Gang Starr |