[Baby talking]
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Hey Fresh!
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We back at it baby
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[Chorus: Manny Fresh]
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Here baby doll, up against the wall
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And through the sound, he broke it down
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Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it
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I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club
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But I wanna go home with you, girl
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[Verse 1]
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[Manny Fresh]
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I'm not your man I'm a pimp, baby please understand
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But you hot, and they not, so we can hold hands
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In a long truck, Cadillac
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Surround sound, front to back
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"Forever? Forever, ever?"
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Forever, ever black
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Ridin' in the sunshine, crankin' up the Alpine
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Rubbin' down shorty's spine, she is fine!
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Love 'um, leave 'um, go back and retrieve 'um
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If their hair is bad, then I will weave 'um
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[Baby]
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Kick back in the Phantom, two clips and a hammer
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Cruisin' through the hood on them Deion Sanders
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Nothin' but red whips and all them candy
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Two chicks, two chickens that flew from Atlanta, aye
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Laid back in a Maebach, countin' stacks
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Got work, go to work, nigga count that
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Summer shine, summer time, and we on the grind
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Birdman got them chickens and they ain't flyin'
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[Chorus: Manny Fresh]
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Here baby doll, up against the wall
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And through the sound, he broke it down
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Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it
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I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club
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But I wanna go home with you, girl
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[Verse 2]
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[Manny Fresh]
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I'm cool, I'm hip, I'm fresh, I'm good
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I'm diamonds up against the wood, richest nigga from the hood
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Four amplifiers, four 24 tires
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Fuck professional liars, fo' show enter our fire
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In a big black Chevy, starch real heavy
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Peanut butter reclinin', with the Steve Harvey line in
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Look at me!
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[Baby]
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Let me slide and ride and get inside
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And take you to my hood where it's do or die
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Where the whips is clean, we hustle for nickels and dimes
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Chips, green, the liquior was hard as a crime
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Custom machine and 'dro be on my mind
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Lace my team with life and bricks for dimes
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Ghetto soldier and you can't stop my shine
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Fresh, Stunna, bitch respect my mind
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[Chorus: Manny Fresh]
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Here baby doll, up against the wall
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And through the sound, he broke it down
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Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it
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I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club
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But I wanna go home with you, girl
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[Verse 3]
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[Manny Fresh]
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Sean Paul on the wall, break it down, do it girl
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Lift it up, let it flow, shake it fast, there it go
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Make it wobble, make it jiggle, put the pickle in the middle
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Push it back, make it clap, in and out, that's a wrap
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Good bye, so long, I got to go, I'm goin' home
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But you my favorite friend, let's bump and grind next weekend
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[Baby]
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See you fuckin' with your boy, remember who gunna ride?
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When trouble hit the hood nigga, who gunna die?
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When shit get ugly nigga, who gunna fly?
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But when shit get bubbly everybody wanna ride me
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Benz, Lexus, the coupe, the jets
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Nigga holla at the boy, baby pimpin' the flesh
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Like in Stalled Evoy, third world is the set
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I'm a worldwide shiner bitch, I drove the best
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[Chorus: Manny Fresh (2X)]
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Here baby doll, up against the wall
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And through the sound, he broke it down
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Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it
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I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club
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But I wanna go home with you, girl
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Against The Wall
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Big Tymers |