Does it real good
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Does it real good
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[Chorus][Mr. Bigg sample from "Yeah I Rob"] x2
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Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin so clean
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Se-se-seventy seven Cut Dog painted lime green
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To-to-today I'm married and my wife don't play
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If ya want-if you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay
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[DJ Paul]
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Can it be Rolls that pull all these hoes
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Or could it be my Cadillac wit 20-inch Vogues
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Can it be my manison in Memphis jacuzzi
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Or could it be my crib in Florida on the beach
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Can it be the ten million records that I sold
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Or can it be the first one that ever go gold
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Whatever it be like y'all jaw cause I don't stop
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Continuously to make a ho draws drop, yeah
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[Juicy J]
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I used to always wonder why my girls have fits
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When I walk up out the mall they be lookin at me pissed
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Maybe just becuz I ball ridin eight or nine whips
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And my name is Juicy J and I ain't payin no bitch
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When I was broke as a joke they didn't wanna get wit me
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Till I bought a Maybach now they all wanna lick me
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Wit a Playboy mansion downtown in the city
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And the hoes lined up like ninety centy pennies
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[Chorus] x2
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[Paul Wall]
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I got the candy drippin stains off the frame when I'm switchin lanes
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I'm in the slab glass house swangin grippin grain
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They tellin me I'm the mane stangin licks to make a gain
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Livin life in the fast lane gettin money I can't complain
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These boppers see me ridin swangin wanna taste the fame
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But you gotta break that bread wit me baby I'm married to the game
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I fell in love wit stackin change I'm addicted to countin cash
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I ain't worried bout naan ho I ain't concerned wit naan ass
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I'm bout that dollar get it right I'm not out here lookin for a wife
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I'm out here on that top flight on the grind all day and night
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I'm a baller I'm a pimp I'm a thug and I'm a hustler
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If you want some of this lovin break bread girl you a customer
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[Chorus] x2
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[Crunchy Blac]
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See she's a freak ho let me tell you all a-bout it
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I met her in the Valley and the valley ain't Cali
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She tried to act shy but I knew she was bout it
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Hotter than a summer day when it ain't cloudy
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She say she want cheese but thats no doubt it
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She just another ho I'mma hit then I'm out it
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I'm just like Jody out the back door see
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Hidin my face cause her old man know me
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[Chorus] x4
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When I Pull Up At The Club
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| Three 6 Mafia |
