Its over feat. Natina Read, Dr. Dre, and Snoop Dogg
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(Print the Lyrics)
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(* ADLIB in INTRO *)
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Yeah, I saw you up in the club, uh huh
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You think you was bad cause you had a Jag
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It's over, it's over now,
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Move over, it's my turn now,
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It's over, the game's shut down,
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Sorry.
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It's over, it's over now,
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Move over, it's my turn now,
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It's over, the game's shut down,
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Sorry.
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I went from canopies to boards, fans to no repoirs
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You ain't got the Bentley with four doors
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K-u-r-u-p-t, annie, you just bring my bottle of Remy
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Recognize a real hit when you hear one
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Postin' up at the Playboy Mansion
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I stomp like gortex, poetical vortex
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Bouncin to Jigga in California
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It's the N-a-t-i, aw! you know the rest
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Silly how frequently they contest
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I done toured across the seas and been across the world
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I done it for all y'all, my cats and my dawgs
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It's over, 'cause I'm bad to the bone
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Leave a real diva to her own, alone
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I drive in Jaguars, so many different cars
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Life as a pop star, shouldn't be this hard come on
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Chours x2
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Suckas
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This is how life should be, my girl and my peeps
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Don't make me remind you I stays VIP
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Move over for all my dime piece
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All of my G's hustlers and pimps
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With shiny wrists, making money
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cause my turn to shine and my turn to floss
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Like you play the game I stomp the Billboard
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One thing's for sure, G's hit the door
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Tone and Poke know Natina does not play
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when she get on the mic she say what she gotta say
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Dr. Dre and Snoop know Kurupt is ill
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From East coast to West the unforgettable skills
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Bust from head to head, sippin' on Remy Red
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Running from club to club, nickels and diamond dubs
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Ready to rock spots, fours and drop tops
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Kurupt and gangster rap Natina be running pop
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Chours x4
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Its over feat. Natina Read, Dr. Dre, and Snoop Dogg
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Kurupt |