[Baby]
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Shhhhh, nigga drinkin don pie, and crystal (Huh Bra?)
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All that in the ass, fuckin these hoes, ballin till we fallin
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Drankin too much, but its all good (all good)
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Its all gravey dog watchin they dogs come out
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[Baby]
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Thugged out, when i met the president
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Reeboks and Girbuads, when he came into my residents
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Vest up cuz i aint trust the hoes who we fuckin wit
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Three years in 86 and the mayor supportin mah shit
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Wasnt pickin no cotton for no redneck, Bitch!
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And i wouldnt fuck foxy with another nigga dick
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Been slick doin this shit since 86
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Scarred wit mah neck and my tattoes on mah wrist
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And my motto is i'll fuck a bitch
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Cash checks quick and i done payed my dues to this rap shit
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Competition catchin the blues cuase we comin with that raw shit
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That brown layed down shit
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Stack your cheese wit a tape thats fire slick
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And bees like butter fresh got 'em runnin to the store quick
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And it cost half a ki to see my in the club slick
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And sure 'nuff i dont wanna see no blood slick
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And it cost a whole ki to see me in the stadium, Bitch!
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And ill put that on the bezzle if you dont belive that shit
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[Juvenile]
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I aint givin up shit, everything i got i earned
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Nuthin for free, up in this world is what i learned
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Backdown for what, i know them playas up in that cut
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And they tapin us, my shot they cant wait to bust
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So all you niggaz slow down, you drawin more heat
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I read it in the paper already, they say they gonna sweep
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A brother doin 10-9, im fuckin with you clownz
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Nigga done take his charge, so mah people went down
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Get some were you aint got nuthin to do?
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Im ballin now, i dont time to be fuckin witch you
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Me and chilly ride hod, ready to ball like a dog
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Get full of that hen and that dro' until we fall
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Dont answer the phone, cuase they got us under survalliance
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Look in the real b, You dont know them people tralin?
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[Chorus]
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Drop, Drop, Drop it like its hot
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Watch out,watch out drop it like its hot
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Whoa, whoa drop it like its hot
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Watch out,watch out drop it like its hot
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[M. Fresh]
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Who the only nigga you know that'll hassle a bitch
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Who the only nigga you know that'll Harass a bitch
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Fresh miggity, Big Dickity, do the liggity
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Then you my baby boo, Fo shiggity
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You done seen me, got the super weeny
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Ridin with a bitch in the blue Lambourgini
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Muggin while she between me
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Eatin Hizucks, Beatin Dizucks
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Suckin till she catch the Hizucks
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When i shoot the rizzucks, I like 'em i love and i smash
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I hit 'em qiuck in a mash, till the kat K Robbin,Weebon and Bobbin
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Big lip Slobbin on the telephone poles (Whoa)
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The pickle has no heart, in the middle of the dark
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If u cant finish this shit you shouldt have start, with a big-dick birdie man
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23 year old dirty man, pull of yer skirt and then grab your hand
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And let you insert, Da Man
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[Chorus]
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[Cadillac]
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Baby im'a ctach my cut from saratoga unravelin
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Tryin to twist 'em with the shit, with brite gangsta unravelin
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Runnin of on mah shit, Tryin to take what was mine
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But im'a gip with mah shit from 6 figures to the last dime
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Cieze my bank account and i still got my drug bout
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If i was runnin with them niggaz then i'd be crossed up
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Im'a ball till i fall, What you think i was playin?
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I like cars and broads, but im real with this rap thing
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I still got mah buildins, still gonna make a million
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Im'a slang these rocks, from all the way up, They killin 'em
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Take it how you want it, I aint got shit for the doubt
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Till im finished with the life, asked slim its a mougt
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[Baby]
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How you luv that?, Bitch!
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[Chorus]
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Drop It Like It's Hot
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Big Tymers |