[Intro: Papoose]
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Oh!!! This the one right here!!! Swizz Beatz you a fool for this!
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I done took y'all everywhere, ain't nowhere to take y'all but to the club
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Papoose, Pa-poose!!!
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[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
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We got a riot outside homey (Huh!) and every hood with a thug
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niggaz try to rush the door of the club
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We 'bout to get right niggaz! (We 'bout to get right niggaz!)
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We 'bout to get right niggaz! (We 'bout to get right niggaz!)
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All my bitches with the bangin shit on, alot of Louis Vuitton
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you know the shit then sing the words of the song
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We call it get right bitches! (We 'bout to get right bitches!)
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We 'bout to get right bitches (We 'bout to get right bitches!) Let's go!!!
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[Verse 1: Papoose]
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What you mean let's go?! go where?!
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This my city I ain't goin nowhere (Nah)
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Matter fact, Bus let's go over there (Come On)
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Take all of they girls and bring 'em over here (Come Here)
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New York City, have no fear, Flipmode, Streetsweeper oh yeah!
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Oooh I like her, shake yo' rear
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You look nice who did yo' hair?
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Syke!!! Shorty over there look way better than you, I don't care
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Violator, I brought Chris Lighty with me
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I know he ain't seen a buzz this big since 50
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I walk through the club let the liquor spill (Cris!!!)
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Your girl chasin me down with her high heels (Oops!)
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And I'm so glad I waited for a bigger deal
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Cause now I got the club on me like a steering wheel
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Papoose]
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I got a damn good lawyer
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(Yeah!) the best management and the realest DJ on the streets (Drama King)
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So how the hell I'm 'gon lose
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o one of y'all dudes when the album drop I'm 'gon eat (Nacirema)
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You got the number one spot, really think you hot
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(Oh Yeah) then homeboy just don't blink (Don't sleep)
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When you open yo' eyes the game 'gon be mine
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and I'm a bring it back to the East (Let's Get it)
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Since the Touch It remix put the face to the voice
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the ladies love my style, they get moist (They wet)
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Chose with my mouth closed they ain't have a choice
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I came from the bottom but I Rose like Royce
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Man these boys can't mess with me on my worst day (Nope)
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So how the hell 'gon mess with me on my birthday (Yeah!)
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That's right, this is the day I was born
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The music is my mama, I'm the son of song
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Papoose]
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Who's that with the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
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My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
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Chain bling bling I'm the mainstream dream (Yeah) The Nacirema Dream you lames ain't seen
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I was in the club holdin my fifth tight, this dude keep grillin me I had to get right (What)
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Shorty her face, her ass, and her hips tight (Oooh)
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Took her to the Mariott had to get right
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Cutie the bomb she live in the beauty salon
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So her beauty is strong rockin like Louis Vuitton
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Cause these dudes never wanna see the new kid signed (No)
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They always wanna shine like the sun all the time
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Fall back you passed yo' prime
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Even the sun gotta go down so we could see the moon shine
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Papoose]
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Yeah! The East Coast get right! Yeah! The West Coast get right!
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Yeah! The dirty South get right!
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Busta Bus, Kay Slay Drama King, Streetsweepers, Violator, Flipmode, Sissy!!!!!!
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Get Righ
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Papoose |