Artist: Fiend, Ludacris, Yung Wun
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Album: Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume Three: In the 'R' We Trust
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Song: Some South Shit
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Typed by: [email protected]
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[Ludacris]
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Hell yeah, A-town, LUDA
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Ahh, whoo!
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She said she was a stripper but she wanted to rhyme
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and if I gave her a deal she make her legs stretch back to her spine
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I told her hit the treadmill, 'til she run out of time
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And in the eve no doubt, she was blowin my mind
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I'm from the A-town, put 'em through a GA course
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Cause "it's all in the game" like EA Sports
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From scams and money grams, there's unions that wanna wire me
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"You think you know but really don't" - put it in your "Diary"
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I'm quick to knock 'em out, they comin in three spurts
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I do like Spielberg and see that yo' +DreamWorks+
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My weed is all lavender, my drink is blue
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My gat'll, +Poke-a-Man+, it's the Pikachu
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Luda give 'em new perm, now they hair is wet
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And they don't wanna get on top, cause they scared of heights
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So if you Wonderwoman BITCH I'm the Wondermack pro
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So shut up and gimme that Thundercat HOOOO
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[Chorus 2X: Icepick Jay]
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When you fuckin with Ryders, in the "R" we trust
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If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
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And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
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We don't trust these hooooes
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[Fiend]
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She said she won't, take it off unless there's money involved
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I told y'all hold the stack and give hundred a call
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I referred to when you pissy drunk, blunted and all
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Tellin me she humpin harder than y'aaaall
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Got got - three niggaz just diggin these balls
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and all three really won't see y'all
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outside, in the burgandy Bird
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Ruff Rydin puffin the herb, discussin the curb
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She said she from B.K.
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And I did it "my way, all day" like B.K., no more need say
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So Fiend playa, you know I'm busy countin some cash
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Then bouncin up on some ass
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Better yet, think I'm on some extendable hash
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You really wanna fall in ya glass
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She chose me, pimp nigga like we chose to be rich
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Double-R then stole ya bitch
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[Chorus]
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[Yung Wun]
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Hah, I say you better move now for a week in Montana
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Then slick 'em without drinks for I drink in Colorado
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This chick yesterday said she leavin tomorrow
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I'm tryin to fuck her mouth tonight cause she leavin tomorrow
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The only thing she act stupid's bout my lady at home
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Lie to my lady at home, got my baby at home
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Man, I was on some shit like 'Kiss, is we "Fuckin' or What?"
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If you don't wanna get a room, we can fuck in the truck
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We can cut to a bitch, but don't piss me off
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You don't mean that to me shorty, I'll piss in your mouth
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I'm a violent - boy, whylin boy
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Playa hater close your legs, I want no lip girl
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Some South Shit
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