(feat. Petey Pablo, Sleepy Brown)
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Try this one!
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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[Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx]
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I come, they go, I run, they slow
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Ain't ashamed that I did what I did
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I just lived how I lived, your life say so
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Ain't a single hole I can't roll
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I'm platinum, they proud of they gold
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Buckhead bouncin, moved a little ounces
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Talkin out loud, but I didn't know
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Waitin for the day that Bubba K blow
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When you got a show though, bet you can't fold
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Ask 2 Stoute, he know what I'm talkin 'bout
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Motherfuckin bank account, they say o's
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These hoes better stay on they toes
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The deep play threat, I just may go
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87 yards in the blink of an eye
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It really don't matter what you think of the guy
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Cause I'm eager to try this style and that style and stack piles
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of cash, While sayin somethin, dude's agile, hear that wow
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A bad child that turned good, now I earn good, but I burn better
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That kush, please just shush wuss, I'm the team captain, get your first letter (bitch!, pussy)
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[Chorus - Sleepy Brown - w/ ad libs]
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Your thinkin your that boy, know where I cut boy
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I'm on the otherside of the room
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Your lady been frisky, tell her come get me
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I'm on the otherside of the room
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If you came to party, let's go get it started
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I'm on the otherside of the room
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Whether you wit me, or you against me
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I'm on the otherside of the room
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[Verse 2 - Petey Pablo]
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We never refused to carry them thangs (click, click)
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Back in the days, hot as a flame
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And I sent 'em through the blaze
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All day for the pay, dollar bill from the 'caine
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It's the Mr. Motherfucker wit a hundred different names
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Ain't fuck with nobody (body), ain't want no problems
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I've been, there but quite understand
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A man that never talk hardly
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stayed to his self (cha cha), quiet as kept
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With a coldness in his eyes, that'll scare you to death
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I was on my way, man I had one foot in the grave
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Motherfucker I stayed contemplatin about my last and final day
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Wasn't supposed to be nothin
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Niggaz supposed to gave me life in prison
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Last pick, misfit, partner did the full 20
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Hey, I'm right here, heat it up, got the whole world shakin for me
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Haha sayin (sayin)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Baby death and taxes ain't the only thing certain
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to come unnerved from out from behind the closed curtain
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Bubba skirtin, what's the word
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You must of heard a lot of BS was asserted
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Since none of us perfect, wonder who that was unnervin
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Not me, not you, grin and bear it, got to
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If they ain't worried about you, and they ain't worried about you
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Here, here, get it clear, disappear from out my hemisphere
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If indeed you got some business here, then state it crystal clear
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All this fake innuendo from little minos
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Gon' make the big O, fish up lower on the fish hole
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Bub came to name baby, tell me that I did so
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I'd rather watch my momma 'Get Low' then quit this fo sho (yo)
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[Chorus - 2X]
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The Otherside
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Bubba Sparxxx |