feat. Busta Rhymes, Twista
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[Twista]
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By the time I done got up in the do' all I wanna see is phatty drop to the flo'
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Come and bump it for the balla' name Twist', while I sit in V.I.P. poppin' Cris' and Mo'
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Come and kick it with the playa' that get the ass and the cash by the incredible bulk
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Sippin' Hiptnoiq and Hennessy, yeah we call it Incredible Hulk
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Cause I gotta' get that bud, when I'm in the club
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Jackin' booties 'til the mornin'
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Thinkin' bout it bonnin, realizing, realizing, that I am zonin'
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Cause the guls here look so good somebody need to put them in a magazine, and a
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My homies got it from the front to the back with they straps and they magazines
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And a baby show me how you do that roll
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Make it jump and jiggle cause yo' booty swoll
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Come over here show me how you pop it and drop it
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You know I love when you work that good dick hoe
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Get it crunk it's a kinky thing
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Baby gul' let me see you fold up your legs like a chicken wing
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Figure how you do those kinky things
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Slex it if it's a Chi-town head this Mississippi thang
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Cars, got to do it, clothes, got to do it
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Ice, got to do it, gul' put yo' booty and yo' back into it
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Put a David Banner crack into it, and I bet your system gon' beat
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And this is how the Twista spit it to the remix for these freaks
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[Chorus: repeat 4X]real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' {*2X*}
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Like a pimp
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[David Banner]
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All my ladies say Owww..
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My female pimps the way that you hit the flo' and makes a sista' pay cash
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Bring it back to daddy can you work that ass out, you know me
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It's the M-I crooked letter, crooked letter, I, crooked letter crooked letter, I
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Hump yo' back, hump yo' back, I
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All my gang bangin' dope slangers throw it up, high
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Sets up, you could come to the south talkin' smack and get so wet up
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Screamin' "Where's my girl?"
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Don't worry buddy she here with us, shakin' and poppin'
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Droppin' real slow but she ain't stoppin' nothin' man
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She came to get down for the clique
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We got cash so we screamin out "shake somethin BITCH!"
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This is yo' song, let me see your dirty thong
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David Banner, Mississippi tell them boys that it's on (Tell them boys that it's on)
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[Chorus]
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[Busta Rhymes]
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(Like a pimp)
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Y'all know who it is, better believe it's Busta Rhymes
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So start runnin' around my nigga
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I'm bustin' bustin' heads
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Instead fill them with lead you better chill when my runners around, my nigga
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I got a lot of bitches playin' with eachother in a hotel room while they rollin' around my nigga
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Cause everytime we in a place every nigga know Flip Mode gotta' be holdin' it down my nigga
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Sick, with a little dro', sick, with a little dough
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Sick, with a little flow make you love it a lot
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Quick cause I gotta' do it
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and I gotta' rep for the rich and the little po nigga tuggin' the block
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Chicks in the mink sit in the back seat when I'm on a strip and I roll in the drop
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Sip a little bit of 'gac dip a little when I whip the Cadillac truck throwin' it up
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And we gotta' put it down and keep it pimpin' 'til they cannot deny
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Just grab yo' bottles and keep sippin', throw your hands in the sky
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All of my, people (people), keep it (keep it), goin' (wassup)
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You little sucka' nigga tryna keep it a secret but we blowin' you up
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Better get a better grip if you ain't know that we only messin' with the hoes
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Better know wassup, better pour a little 'gac in my glass
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While I'm watchin all the bitches like a pimp while I'm holdin' my cup
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Now watch me pour just a little bit of 'gac out for my homies
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Throw it back OUT, with a little shorty, blow her back OUT, like a PIMP, playa
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[Chorus]
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Like A Pimp (Remix)
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David Banner |