[Postaboy]
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Uh, yeah, yeah
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Harlem, Postaboy, let's go
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Harlem, PB, Pete Rock, woo woo
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Uhh, let's go
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I'ma show you how we get down like, with this pound like
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Since I'm in a Caddy P this what it sound like
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Uhh, yeah this what you clowns like
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And since you're on my dick nigga this what uptown like
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Geah, I'm on top of my A game
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Blew two hundred thou', got it back on the haste gang
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Posta back in the building
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The 106 hall of famer t-shirt is back in the ceiling
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I'm a new artist but it's like I'm platinum plus
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E'ry day, spend superstar rapper bucks
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Go to the dealer, cop trucks after trucks
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High as a kite, rollin dutch after dutch
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Honey leavin the scene with me
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Now she wanna get a room, but at 119 with me
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Lowrider jeans, fanny pokin out the pants
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Do the snake, the wop and the uh-oh dance, ohh!
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[Chorus]
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Make way it's the Postaboy
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Yeah the Postaboy, with the Wonder Boy
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We got the ladies in the club makin all that noise
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Winning Team outside, you don't see our toys (woo woo)
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Make way it's the Postaboy
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Yeah the Postaboy, with the Wonder Boy
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They got the ladies in the crowd makin all that noise
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Beep beep, I'm a boss, I don't drive my toys
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[Postaboy]
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You can find me uptown, uptown, low in cement B's
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Rollin up in the club like the {?}
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I don't know why you hate me, I'm tryin to date me
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a hot mami like Tammy at AE
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Jump, I say that I'm focused
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And just how thirsty all these hoes is
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Wide door knockers with the rings in they noses
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I J, then they knockin at my door like Jehovahs
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I start checkin my peep mo'
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I come from Harlem, the home of the hustler negroes
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Like, R.P., Alpo
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Jim Ice, Nicky Barnes, and my nigga Bumpy John
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All I need is a pair of my Pro*Keds
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Half moon part and a two-wheel moped
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Quarter water, Jimmy Chu's for my honey
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It's the Postaboy, Winning Team, good money
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[Chorus]
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[Postaboy]
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I said throw yo' lighters in the motherfuckin urr
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The roof on fire and not a muh'fucker curr
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There's so many bunnies and I'm seein over her
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Every time I turn around, couple durr, couple durr
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Hey! I'm mean mixin my two-step
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Now little birdie wanna call me Hugh Hef'
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Pimp so hard 'til there ain't no juice left
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I been around the world, I done toured the U.S.
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Here we go, c'mon
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Now here we go, c'mon
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Now here we go, c'mon
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Now here we go, c'mon
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Yeah!
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[Chorus] - 2X
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It's the Postaboy
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Pete Rock |