[Intro - P. Diddy]
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It's Bad Boy South Niggaz, Ball and G
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Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for
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Collaboration, c'mon now
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Let's go, let's go, let's so, c'mon
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[Verse 1 - Eightball]
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Straight from the underground, fat boy from the mound
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Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter, that's how we get down
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I wanna see you get it crunk, let a nigga know what hood you from
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Eveybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down, then roll it up
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Back it up, a girl like you, a nigga like me can't pass it up
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Rollin by, lookin good, put it in reverse then back it up
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What's the deal, lemme make it clear what you got rite here
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They break mold, one of a kind, fat boy witta gold mouth that shine
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Hard to touch, sorry to tell you, boys out here ain't hard as us
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Ball and G, part of the streets, cuz the streets are a part of us
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Lay it down, please remember, games we don't play them now
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Disrespect, please remember, stains we gon spray them round
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[Chorus]
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Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
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Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
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Bitch...nigga!!!
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Bitch...nigga!!!
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Bitch...nigga!!!
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Bitch..
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You don't want drama, no!
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You don't want none, no!
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You don't want drama, no!
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You don't want none, no!
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[Verse 2 - MJG]
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Get up (Get up) Get crunk (Get crunk)
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Let's race to the trunk (To the trunk)
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Get a pump, unload and dump
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Forget it, close the trunk
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In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, overheat him
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Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him
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MJG is the reason yo season needed seasonal spices
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They needed more life and lucky yo wife was bleedin
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Now your life is leavin yo body, for drinkin too much Bacardi
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You should've known when you started
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Never fuck with G and E
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In any climate I'm shinin, floss, I'm perfect wit timin
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I'm good for rippin and rhymin in and out the beat
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And Eightball is loadin the clip, for niggaz supposin to trip
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And you know I'm rollin the whip, we finna set 'em free
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Eightball]
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Eightball and G, get it crunk fa sho
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My swagger, my flavor, my pimpin, my flow
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My ho, my woman, my slacks, my denims
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My backstroke in swimmin, in pools wit models in 'em
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Them boys, they hate it, we hustle, we made it
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We richer, the picture, is two of the greatest
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[MJG]
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The realest, you bump some Ball and G you gon feel it
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Guaranteed, muhfucker, stamp, sign, seal it
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[Eightball]
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We placin, the fakest, they don't give it up we gon take it
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The realest up in in this niggaz buckin, bitches shakin
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[MJG]
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They asses, but cash it, might be a habit
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Like mics when we grab it, we cock it, we blast it
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[Chorus]
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[Outro - P. Diddy]
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So here we go, Bab Boy South
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Ball and G, Orange Mound
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New York collaboration
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You don't want no drama, you don't want none
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I see you ATL, let's tear this shit up
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C'mon, c'mon...I said let's tear this shit up!
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Yeah, Ball and G, Bad Boy South
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Let's go, let's work these motherfuckers
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Let's get this money niggaz, yeah, as we proceed..
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You Don't Want Drama
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8Ball & MJG |