(feat. Mouse)
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[Talking - Webbie]
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Whaaat!, Young Savage-Trill E-N-T
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Man I ain't stoppin till it's over
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I got that bass in this bitch, don't it...Look
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[Verse 1 - Webbie]
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I ride down ya street you can hear me in ya den
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shakin niggas walls when I put it past ten
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G shit I ain't even gotta rap it
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I like to play the songs with alot of slap in 'em
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the amp turned up so it sound like this
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my girl ask me why I like it loud like this
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I got the five 9's across the back and I bet
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you never seen a nigga with the pound like this
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I ride by the club and everybody get loose
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the hoes get to tootin, all the niggas get to bootin'
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don't nobody try me, know I'm quick to get to shootin'
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I'm known around town as that lil'nigga with the music
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yeah I'm doin all good, and the cake not bad
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I ain't lyin if I try it I can break my glass
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the police pull me over, and they raid my cash
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mayne they be wishin they could take my ass
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[Chorus - Webbie]
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I got six 12's (you can tell)-I got six 12's (you can tell)
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I got six 12's (you can tell)-I got six 12's (you can tell)
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I got six 12's (you can tell)-I got six 12's (you can tell)
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I got six 12's (you can tell)-I got six 12's (you can tell)
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[Verse 2 - Webbie]
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Mayne I really be trumpin, mayne I really be beatin
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you can hear when I'm comin, you can hear when I'm leavin
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I got it hooked up the sickest, so ain't no sense in competitin
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and yo'shit is the cheapest, you might blow out ya speakers
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and we blowin and all, I got warrants and all
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done looked down at the phone-I done missed a few calls
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me and Boosie was thuggin, ballin out on them rims
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he was tellin me somethin but I couldn't much hear 'em
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'Cause the music was bumpin, I can barely much see it
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'Cause we smokin on somethin that we just got from Korea
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all the haters was watchin, guess they was checkin the paint
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all the bitches was jockin, they look at us and faint
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we done came to the top but niggas thought that we can't
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mayne this lil'nigga trippin he done waste all the drank
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on my brand new interior you know the leather and mink
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but I'm way past freight so that ain't nothin to me
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[Chorus - Webbie]
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[Verse 3 - Mouse]
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Now when I cut it up the H, you hear that boom, boom, bow, blam
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I block around the club they be like ooohweee, godamn
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everybody lookin tryna see who I am
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cut that number nine on when I play that(?Tripbam?)
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two supercharged amps with that air condition fan
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the pipes sound good and the motor is a man
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lil'mama wanna ride but I've sort of made plans
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I gotta go get my cousin Dougie Fresh up out the can
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then I'm goin' scoop Webbie, he goin to park the drop top
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just got my '94 Caprice up out the chop shop
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six pioneers mounted up in the block box
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me and Chev fuckin give a fuck if a cop watch
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old jams make them old folks wanna pop lock
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check me if ya want get ya stupid ass glock popped
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everywhere a nigga ride gotta be top knotch
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we don't play a song up in that bitch if it ain't got knock
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Six 12's
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| Webbie |
