Mic check
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Mic check
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Mic check
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Cmon
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I'm a professional, pimpin like rational
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Worldwide, but it's national
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You betta ask them hoes
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And ask them clothes
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Who dat smokin beeds
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Talkin bout she fast to go
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And blow like Curtis
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Double off in the lex
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Let me see if she worth it
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Gettin by so perfect
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Gettin by so perfect
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Last year I was mackin
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We climbed but you grabbed too
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DJ play the slow jams
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Sippin Don
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Never bro-ham
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Oh damn, smokin beeds
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Smokin beeds in my lex-land
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Pass the beeds to the next man
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Put it out in the next hand
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Police on my day bew
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Now who's them pimps that stay true
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They do, uh huh motherfucker we done made you
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So you can blaze too
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Its the pimp that laid you
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I know you see me in the video's
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And the radio reconition like a center fold
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Analize to a nigga bigga flow
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Its the hoes with the tight shhh
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They used to the right shhh
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Baby girl hit your lights quick
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See would the mic fit
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Say hello some some
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Check1 check2 brand new
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And its all for you
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[Chorus]
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Bump the ac' through the vents
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Still ridin with the darker 10
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If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense
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Well hit the beed' and let me do my limp
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[Verse 2]
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(uh-huh) Baby girl where the mob at (uh-huh)
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You can get paid where the jobs at
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Ho'in aint the word disreguard that
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3 men in the cad straight dime sacks
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And their gators on, now who started that?
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Must of been a PO P
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Standing on you P cuz a brotha makin mo cheese
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And i reach to the door like oldies
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Saw me in the club
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Better night then i hope is
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Do you wanna have sex?
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Lay back in the lex
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2 rules in effect
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No stains on the seats
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Strap up with the tex
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Just tell me what you wanna do
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But you know a brotha want you
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Flip a penny if we want to
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Heads or tails on the scale, even if a brotha fails
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I'll be losing clientele, but I'm still back to haunt you
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Baby girl come chill with me
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You could learn a lot of skills with me
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Lay back and be real with me
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Make money on the side
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We can dine and collide
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Like it's supposed to be
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What it ment to me?
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Cuz you still need a man to
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Make plans to advance you
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Take a chance and you'll dance too
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Uh-huh
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Mic check mic check
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Brand new
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And its all for you
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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I know you're lookin for the top notch
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Hennessey take 2 shots, Alize just a few drops
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Our pimpin nation not to block
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Get a fade and amazed when we do shots
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Get the digits to my new spot
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Not the old gotta new flaw
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Come in pairs like 2 socks
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Me and you against the world like 2pac
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And i hope you got your crew locked
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Can we puff to 2 glocks
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Why you actin like your too sharp
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In the caddy get you juice-nark
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Better known as A to the mother fucking K
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And um if its love that he want
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Theres no faded umm
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See I'm a pimp and it's all mine
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You dropped your man now your all mine
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I'ma player so it takes time
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Defeat the purpose let me greet you
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Better yet say the name and I'ma meet you
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PHD with a see through
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Did he pay? so we move
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Baby girl just speak smooth
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Haters hate what we do
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Paper chasing for thee group
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Well let me go back to front, front to back
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In her face did I do that?
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Get the philly's and the green from the back
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Got the good game from the breeze and the macks
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To the mall and yes, gotta ball, gotta dress
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Domp hat with the rest
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Head shoes and the vest clothes that I
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Suppose that I put em all to the test
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But you can never be me though
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You can learn as we grow
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Spittin game with a neat flow
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But i never play games turn around pretty cheap hoes
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CD's where the weed go?
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And i love the way she ride and collide with her deap throat
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Remember me in the C-A-D-I double L we ride
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Down the ave and the AC's high
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You can walk or do you wanna ride
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Get high, you and I (uh-huh)
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Mic check 1 2, and it's all for you
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[Chorus]
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Lil Sum Sum
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Do Or Die |