[Woman: "Mixtape Messiah"....Yeah nigga it's the Mixtape Messiah nigga, ol'
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pussy ass nigga]
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[U.G.K. Inserts: Bun-B (Pimp-C)] {Chamillionaire}
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From the back (back), to this front (front)
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Now to the side (side) {Get ya step on}
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(repeat 4x)
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{Hold up, Okay}
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(What goes up, must come down)
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From the back (must come down)
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To this front (must come down)
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[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
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-Yuh, Yuh.
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Go get a sack, roll a blunt, then let it light
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Hop in ya ride, but don't let no gimmick rapper blow ya high
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Go get some screw (what type of screw fool?), Dj Screw
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And other Dj's can wreck too (how many?), just a few
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Where that O.G. Ron C and other boys better not get lazy
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Would it be slab or Mercedes? Better go ask that naked lady
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on the hood, I feel like boys ain't no where near my caliber
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I'm years ahead of yall and you ain't no where near my calendar
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Went from the front, to the back, now push the side
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Now I'm standin' on my own 2 Chuck Taylors when I ride
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Ride on yall wit pride, homie you might ask me why
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It seems like real niggaz die, and fraud niggaz multiply
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Is ya hearin' me? no rapper can even see as clear as me
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I make my own turns there is no one else that's steerin' me
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How could you think that you could handle Koopa lyrically
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My flow ain't perfect yet, but no rapper come as near as me
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Look what you created, now you got me aggravated
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Gettin' braided, sittin' bladed, then I go hit that 280
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Uhh-Uhh, 8 bumper scrapped, but I'm steady tippin' down
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Ask a question for real niggaz, I bet the frauds is gon' reply
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Who the realest?
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[U.G.K. Insert] {Rasaq ad-libs}
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[Verse 2: Rasaq]
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-Ay we bout to tip down man
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From the back to the front, front back to the side (to the side)
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I'ma come down while my 5th wheel rise (5th wheel rise)
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Fall up in the club, and I'm draped up in ice (draped up in ice)
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Yellow-bone in my lap, and she shakin' them thighs (shakin' them thighs)
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Wanna come home, but I'm past on the game
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Niggaz waitin' in the alley, tryna jack off my chain
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It's the Color Changer, ridin' on swangers
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Recognize pimpin', I ain't never been no stranger
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Bumpin' on screw, slowed down in my disc changer
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If you wanna throw down, I got 1 up in the chamber
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It's that brown-boy from that C.C.C
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Them other boys cool, but they ain't me (you gotta love it)
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Been true all my life, I ain't tellin' you a lie
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Put ya deuce in the sky, if you 'finna get high
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Alot of niggaz lame, they be sangin' they name
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But I swear that they soft, and they gay in the game
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I'ma come down, 84's spinners swang
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Takin' butter-heads to the mall to buy me pinky rings
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I be ridin' the hardest, yall niggaz is insane
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23's behind the paint like that boy LeBron James
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[U.G.K. Insert] {Yung-Ro ad-libs}
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[Verse 3: Yung-Ro]
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-Let me see it, let me see it
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From the back, to the front, to the side
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I'm in the back, now here it cum, girl open wide
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Don't be ashamed, do ya thang, cuz I'ma do mines
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Tell ya man that I got 2 nines, so lil daddy do you mind?
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If I do what I'm supposed to do
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It's pimpin' baby, I'm fly I'm supposed to screw
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Every bitch in the vacinity
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I'm on Hypnotiq and Hennessy
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and you askin' what the hell don' gotten into me
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I'm 'finna be, leavin' the scene with yo hoe
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Just like I'm 'finna be turnin' 22, and that's comin' fa'sho
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That's for Ro, just pimp-tastic baby
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Need a bitch, break a bitch-up, pimp classic baby
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You askin' baby, and I can feel it in my ear
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Lookin' back at ya like G'yeah, tellin' you what you wanna hear
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But it's cool with me, yeah just close the curtains
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And if ya, fuckin' Nobody, ya still a virgin
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Now from the back, to the front, to the side
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From the back, to the front, to the side
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From the back, to the front, now to the side
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Heh!, yeah (Get ya step on..Get ya step on) yeah, Right!
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[U.G.K. Insert]
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Front To Back (featuring Rasaq & Yung-Ro)
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| Chamillionaire |
