[Mr. Lil One (Talkin)]
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Yeah it's mothafuckin Lil One
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Back in here
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With my dawg Shadow
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Representin Beyond Entertainment
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In the house
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Makin all these phat ass tracks
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For the bitches
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For the hoes
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And the nickel bags
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Peep it out
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Hey dawg tell em what time it is
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Homie
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[Mr. Shadow]
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To all my people in them Lo-Lo Chevolets
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Hittin corners rollin on them chrome daytonas
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Flags on the back representin to the fullest
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High lids poppin girls are jockin
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After cruisin we can do this
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Mobbin to the grill and parly all night
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To the next day drinkin Allezay or Presidente
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Swiggin Thinkin Slowly Blinkin
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Starin at the bottle that we've been drinkin
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Sinkin like a ship but still I ain't gon quit
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And if you wanna bring the drama
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You better be packin an extra clip
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Don't slip cause if you fall
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You won't get up at all
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I rode with those fools
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That'll make your lives forever stall
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The darkest of them all
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Packin clothes like county jail
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Droppin bars like up in prison
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When you're posted up in that cell
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Shadow's bringin hits
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Makin hoochies move their hips
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Triple 6 - 1 - Triple 9
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Buildin clout and stackin chips
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Pow
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[Chorus: Mr. Lil One]
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We can make you dance
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If you want us to [And you know this]
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We can take yo bitch
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If you want that to [Dumb ass]
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[2x]
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[Mr. Lil One]
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I got a back full of latex
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Gotta have the safe sex
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Never mind a nickel bag
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Fiendin for my pay check
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Let's begin
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Words up in the wind
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It's Lil One and Shad
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Comin through I fin to brag
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Brag about the sickness
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Bitches wanna hit this
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We the Mistahs
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Dressin like a drifter
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Roamin earlier in the mornin
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Bonin, vision gettin foggy
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Fuck her like a doggy
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Treat like a mut
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She's a nickel bag slut
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And back to the crib
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Knownin what she did
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The bitch already swallowed
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And gobbled up my kids
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Never did I trust her
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Didn't even lust her
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Just wanted to bust one
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Give myself a quicky
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The bitch was actin bitches
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I knowin that she's flithy
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Then back to the club
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Gotta get my groove on
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Bitches on my nuts
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So time for me to move on
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[Chorus]
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[Mr. Shadow]
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Ain't no tellin what we might do next
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We on a misson
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We headin to towards the border
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Smokin a blunt in a expedtion
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Lynchin any body tryin to act rowdy
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In the land of the sick
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Ain't no with's or but's about it
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Down a revolution, full of prostitution
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I thought I'd get a women
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But that shit was an illusion
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Cruisin with my dawgs
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Brakin laws like it was legal
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Now we're gettin pulled over
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So I reach into my pocket
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To get a C-Note
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Like Gelo I got my nigga Irey hallusinatin
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We got to hurry to club
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I got them bitches waitin
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I got the club
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Gettin love from everybody
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Cause everybody knows
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About the Shadow after parties
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Barcardi Allezay Henniasee and Don P
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All these fools want to kick
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Just to say they know me
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Agony or ecstacy
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It's either him or me
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It's a daily routine
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For me and the Little O-N-E
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[Chorus]
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Take Yo' Bitch
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Mr. Shadow |