Open up ya books to the page of yes
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ha ha ha
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Verse 1:Throw your hands up for that young nigga from way back
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Sportin the "A" hat
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Spinnin wheels,
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More fortunes than Pat Sajak
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Hit the playback
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Cuz I'm stupid wit it
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Track hard like stone
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You'd think Medusa did it
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Please believe me
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It's so easy
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That cold Neptune shit is so for reazzy
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I'm countin G-stacks
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So tell 'em ease back
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A hundred to spin so cocksucker beat that
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Numerous bank rolls
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Don't get your face swolled
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And tell your hombres I'm comin for they pesos
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'Cuz it's that snatch back
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Call us the Splack Pack
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Broke your cousin put your mama in a hatch back
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And I ain't playin wit ya
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I'm just prayin wit ya
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Hopin' that the fertilizer ain't layin wit ya
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You all gouped up
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I caught a grouper
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And slide off cuz the chevrolet swooped up
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Chorus:
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Fellas
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It's a stick up so lift up
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Don't get it confused or mixed up
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Come out your pockets or get flipped up
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em
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Ladies
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It's a stick up so lift up
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Don't get it confused or mixed up
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Come out your pockets or get flipped up
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em
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Verse 2: Somebody hurry up please and call an ambulance
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I caused an avalnache
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Wit nuts so big, I walk around wit' hammerpants
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Raps will slap a man
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Make you do the hammerdance
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My base lines thump
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Wit more funk than Pakistan
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Come from a vast block
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I was a have-not
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But now I keep at least a hundred in the stash box
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I had a cash plot
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To get a fat knot
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I threw my album in the slot and hit the jackpot
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So nigga ching ching
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I did the thing thing
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Four months later my mama's like bling bling
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Just lke George and 'Ouise
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I was movin' up
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And fuck a platinum plaque
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I'm doin' 2 and up
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Not for the short chains
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Ya'll shootin short range
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But it was either rap lime light or court thangs
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So I Just made due
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Until it came thru
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Throughout the ups and downs
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I still stayed true
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Chorus:
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Fellas
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It's a stick up so lift up
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Don't get it confused or mixed up
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Come out your pockets or get flipped up
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em
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Ladies
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It's a stick up so lift up
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Don't get it confused or mixed up
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Come out your pockets or get flipped up
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em
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Verse 3: All you weak rappers wipe your feet off on my doormat
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And get your flow back
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Or try to run and get traced down like LoJack
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Down like four flats
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You better know that
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I take the 4 and put a 0 on your throwback
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That's how that thing go
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You'll hear that thing blow
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So hurry up and do like my dick
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Hang low
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Got the perpetrators yellin "let the lame go!"
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Up on your good foot or I'll shoot you in the same toe
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Chorus:
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Fellas
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It's a stick up so lift up
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Don't get it confused or mixed up
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Come out your pockets or get flipped up
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em
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Ladies
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It's a stick up so lift up
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Don't get it confused or mixed up
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Come out your pockets or get flipped up
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em down
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Shake 'em
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Stuck Up
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Ludacris |