(feat. Sean P of the YoungBloodZ, E-40)
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[Lil Scrappy]
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I hear everyone of you
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We do it like the army do
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I can go vertical
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Let's go, hey, hold up (hold up)
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No!!! Blow!!! Oh!!!
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C'mon, crank it, c'mon! Eh! Oh!
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[Chorus]
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Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes
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26 inches in between my tires
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Knot in my pocket man at least three grand
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diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand
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I'm a get money nigga, grind like hell
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when I'm short on my G's I'ma crank up the scale
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Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah I'ma crank up the scale
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Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah I'ma crank up the scale!
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[Lil Scrappy]
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I'm never goin' broke no mo'
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as long as my folks keep -guns-? and the blow
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They sell it on up and then they bring back mo'
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and everybody askin' what I got that work for
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(Got What!!!)
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Got diamonds in my shades, that Cartier frame
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You look up at my face
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and tell her you a -grain-?, the ho be amazed
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they be like OH!
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Nigga see it from the boss, see the way it glow
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Yeah! Them things twinkle in the light right
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I don't know, I just twinkle in the lime light
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gotta Chevy same color as a can of Sprite
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sippin' on the X.O. got me feelin' right
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I've been livin', my whole life pimpin'
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you'll never catch me slippin'
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fuckin' with you all women
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Scrap be chillin', I stay on the grind
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It's hard life we livin', I stay with my nine
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[Chorus]
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[Sean Paul of Youngbloodz]
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I ain't gotta hit these streets no mo' (no mo')
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Criss inten-ed-ed for a show
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Notice I ain't out but four times every week (every week)
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during the time four every week get G'ed (get G'ed)
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Cartier shade with the gator cut wood (cut wood)
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proud of football, damn you all niggas do it (do it)
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Whenever we in Atlanta now they calling me and you (you)
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everyday I'm hustlin' diamonds up against the wood (wood)
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Dope boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothes (clothes)
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gotta stay fresh for you dead monkey ho (ho)
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26 inches sittin' tall like whoa (like whoa)
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Get the cameraman I'm a God damn show
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Shower cap and all, bitch you already know (know)
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fuck around wit dope, and squeeze some money outta ho (ho)
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Get my nigga, yeah I grind like hell
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rubberband around my money, like a God damn player (damn player)
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[Chorus]
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[E-40]
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Oh!
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Swapped out grill
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they say that hustler that (that) boy worth a few mill
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he sittin' at the bar tearin' up hundred dollar bills
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that's his car parked in the front door on them big wheels
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He ain't never been a punk!
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Oh!
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Booga Suga Pusher
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fuck a state trooper
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I'm livin' for the moment,I ain't livin' for the future
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my dudes will bring it to you, bring the noise like a tuba
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crack your peanut shell, run up on you with the ruga
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Smoke herb like a hippie (hippie)
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drank like a pirate (pirate)
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wrist real crisp (crisp), haters don't like it (like it)
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Jacket full of trays (trays), gotta get my chips (chips)
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manipulate your braud, put your chick on Craig List (List)
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Traffic I'm in and out (out)
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gotta work when it's a drought (drought)
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don't take the main street (street)
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take the other route (route)
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Sucker use your head
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dumby..
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you heard what I said
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I'm gettin' carpal tunnel while I'm countin' all this bread
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Oh Yeah (Work)
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Lil Scrappy |