[Pimp C:]
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Uhh
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Hold up
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Comin' down
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Hold up
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Mm
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Smoke somethin'
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[Verse 1: Pimp C]
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Lately he been flippin' and, stayin' on the grind
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Tellin' you that you fine, but he ain't spendin' no time
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I be pourin' wine, tryin' to, knock out your spine
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Make you mine, from behind, to some slowed down "Bump n' Grind"
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His thang like a dirty Sweet, from off the street
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My thang like a O' of indo, from Sacremento
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Lately y'all been monkeyin', he, call you a bitch
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Keep me all up in yo' shit, tryina dig you a new ditch
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Now I admit, that he rich, and that his money is good
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Got my dicked sucked in his 'Six, I'm fuckin' on leather and wood
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I'm just a yougin' from the hood, with some dick if ya good
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With him, you know that you shouldn't
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With me, you know that you should
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Go pussy thug, like a glove when I push and I shove
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Knock a dime out the climb, cause I ain't makin' love
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See yo' man the type of guy, to get jealous and hit'cha
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But me, I lick ya where he don't, and suck real hard on yo' nipple
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My game is sharp as a cicle, she love my pickle
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And if you gave her a dime, nigga she gave me a nickle
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So while you thinkin', she done jet, she got my dick on her mind
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Keep on neglectin' yo' gal, young Pimp C be spendin' yo' time
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Time
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[Hook: girl singing]
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It's, liike
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Sooome-thing's goin' wrong
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Something's goin' wrong
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Guess, we've
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Been apart, too long
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Beeeen, aaa-paart
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[Verse 2: Bun B]
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Well naturally, I have to be, dead serious, maybe not
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Let me tell a tale about this broad that thought she played me out
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Yes, I was impressed, by the sex in her ass
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W-U-I-S her, Versacci, down like Fran, dress her, bless her heart
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She was a sweet-tart, but'cha never understood her point in our duo
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Talkin' smart with' all that "you know", comin' with' he-say, she-say
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From what she heard at the club, bout some chick that I had played on
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Well bitch, you should have stayed home
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She mad cause I done told her girl off, but the bitch was wrong, and you
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You gon' let these messy ho's fuck yo' world off
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I tried to love her man, but see love is one thang, and dumb is anotha
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Brotha, I'd be dumb to let her run thangs
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I should've passed, but I was gassed, super-unleaded
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And her nappy-headed ass gon' regret it, remember I said it
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Cause I'm, in a sublime, new state and frame of mind
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Cause it'd be a crime, for me to waste my time
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My time
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[Hook:]
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It's, liike
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Sooome-thing's goin' wrong
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Something's goooooin' wrong
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Guess, we've
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Been apart, too long
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Beeeen, aaa-paart
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[Verse 3: Twista]
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Did you ever think about who's ass ya girl's was
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Before the booty had became yours?
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If a nigga's sane flows, you know everythang goes
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Fuckin' in it til' it's colorful as rainbows
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Sportin' furry Kango's, she can't go, rockin' paid shows
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Paper hard to fold, plus I roll slick, keep talkin' shit
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If you don't like me, it's most like-ly, cause I done holla'd at yo bitch
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Why she so thick? Tellin' lies and ya said to be believin' 'em
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But I make her feel like "Uh-huh", can you do it? "Uh-huh"
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But when I scoup her up, she know that I'm the one to make a slut-cum
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Gotta man, he a lame anyway, mother-fuck that stuff
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Mad cause I snuck that love, baby don't bust that slug
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So go on head roll up that bud, so we can fuck
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So wassup? Now we in the Suburb', submerged, watch a movie
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Or bumpin' U-G, K shit, scoop a bitch or hit the booty
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How the man, yea I knew g, but she don't usually, say shit
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Cause the pussy make a motherfucka wanna ball up and cry
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Chicka-pow-pow, I love them thighs when I'm rollin' aside
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I ain't gon' up and die, like the guy that we got high
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Take away more than two hits, two blows
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She heard my new shit, it was new clothes
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New golds, carefully Herringbones, and cell-phones
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But her friend home, now I'm freakin' two ho's
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If ya girl be with' me, somethin' nifty, she prob'ly wanna lick me
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I'm the Twista, I flame a ho pissy drunk and drippy
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Damn skippy, gamin' it from a shot of Mississippi, now pimp on
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[Hook: to fade]
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It's, liike
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Sooome-thing's goin' wrong
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Something's goooooin' wrong
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Guess, we've
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| Been apart, too long |
