[Intro]
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Every little thing she does is magic...
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Know why?
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Cause she ain't a bitch
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[Verse 1]
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You see...
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There was a black man, a white man, and a Chinese man and God was giving out hair
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He said, "Black man, what kind of hair do you want?"
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He said, "Just ball mine up and throw it here."
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Don't nothing come to sleepers but dreams
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And then you wake up with reality in the distance, spinning and thinning complaining
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Don't do me...God
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No damn favor
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You hate me cause I pimp a prostitute
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You think I'm playin' nigga, after you
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Now here's a person, here's a place, here's a thing we can a game
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Oh yeah, you're glasses before you enter cause me and you, we don't see the same thang
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I dance low, low, low, lower, lower, lower
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Hair flying bounce you notice
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I ain't for play
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No day
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I mean every motherfucking word that I say
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What's fly to me is that the real ones
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Catch on, bring you up
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Respect the game, look out for daddy and know to shut the fuck up
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[Hook]
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I'm driving
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I'm thinking
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Checking out my business you better believe me
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Hoeing
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Prostitution
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Tell me patna what is yo' solution
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[Verse 2]
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Do what you say, say what you mean cause one thing leads to another
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But I guarantee that understanding me
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I'll prolly make you pop a plea to your brother
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City lights, heavy traffic just makes my day
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Cause when I send my ho to work she catching date after date
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While you sitting there wanting to lay up
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Look bitch, ain't you got something to do today [?] you playa hater
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Can't wait to leave sometime like five days ago
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When I left saying "Once a ho always a ho"
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I got a mack attack, I got a Tac attack
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I got a [?]
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Turn to me, we got to move the P
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We got round brown pimpin' Suga Free, ooh wee
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[?]
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When Tone set down his gat, stepped back and told this nigga [?]
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[Hook]
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I'm driving
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I'm thinking
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Tell me why or what do you believe in
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Is it money?
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Now, is it power?
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Pimp I pimp I pimp hour by hour
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[Verse 3]
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My people built this motherfucker and I know my way around
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You see the same ole' faces going up, coming down
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And I still can't read
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And you ask me if I'm qualified to give you motherfuckers just what y'all need
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I got a problem cause I'm fresh out the penitentiary baby
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And I admit I'm antisocial and it's driving me crazy
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At least in prison there's a guard tower
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For level ones, level twos and level threes hour after hour
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So many memories of struggling with my band bro
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'85 counting Miller, 2001 [?]
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The inmates asked me how I catched this case
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They couldn't believe that Suga Free was right there in they face
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The whole yard told another yard before I left the R&R
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I tried to make my bed but I was signing autographs hard
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Homies giving me noodles and chips and shit
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My bunkie Dee said, "Man I know you miss that nigga Quik."
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[Hook]
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I'm driving
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Still thinking
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I don't know why I'm doing so much drinking
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But I like it
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And I need it
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Bitch you just don't believe in who you believing
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I'm leaving
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And you never invite your girlfriend
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Thinkin'
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| Suga Free |
