[B.G.]
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When it comes down to stuntin', I pull it all
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When it comes down to G shit, I get it all
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When it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
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When it come to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
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Sport diamonds like I tote a tech
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Baby tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin' gifts
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Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neck
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I keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta respect
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I ain't out to please a bitch
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She could get on her knees
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I'm tryin' to get rich
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I'm shined out, ten karats on my wrist
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Flyin' first class, me and my whole click, now
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Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle
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Never I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin'
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I ain't gotta say it
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You don't cross me, I don't cross you
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But understand a Hot Boy gotta floss too
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Look, I'm iced out
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[Big Tymers]
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1 - I rock ice (lil' daddy)
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Everytime I step
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I rock ice (lil' momma)
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Cuz I love the rep
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I rock ice (whole world)
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Cuz I'm doin' my thang
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I rock ice
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Bling bling, bling bling
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[Turk]
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My Rolex crushed out, my chrome stay spinnin',
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Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't know how to spend it
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Don't you wish you could be in my shoes just for a minute
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Carry nothin' but faces, never quarters and pennies
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I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm iced out
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Police think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm right now
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It's cuz I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
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Paper on everything I have, so how you love that
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They don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
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Got it locked off wit my tank against the wallin'
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I floss but get dirty too
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My Roley cost, try to take it and I'll murder you
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Ya say I stun too much
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I can't help it, I be with baby
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The number one stunner who drive these girls crazy,
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The one with the 32 platts in his mouth,
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Two Roleys on his wrist, game spitta from the south,
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Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)
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Repeat 1
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[Wayne]
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It's Cash Money youngest nigga
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Right around ten figgas
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That's what I (uh) work with
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Pockets are (uh) perkin'
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Money is my purpose
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Whatever I purchase
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Oh, could you do better?
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Rollin' with the bezel
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Who that be, that's Wayne,
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Look at his gold chain,
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Sometimes I wear grey,
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White diamonds, pear shaped,
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My jewelry just pure awful
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And I can't stop thuggin', it's just in my culture
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It's a must, everyday I'mma shine, black
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You wan' meet me?
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You just might need contacts
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Cuz I'm the little one with the ice, flossing
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Please, playa hater, get your wife off me
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I ride by in a Jag with the top low
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Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, cuz I got more
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Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no tomorrow
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Big Tymers, Hot Boys
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Nigga CMR, nigga CMR
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Repeat 1
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[Juvenile]
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Now you boys now them 4 99's I got expired
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All them bitches plushed out on 20 inch tires
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I'm lookin' for some hell of a head, is you for hire?,
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You lookin' at this Roley I got, don't you adire,
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The way a nigga lay a stunt
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Braggin' 'bout 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant
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But it ain't over, I'm about to go to Disneyland
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Yo, you fuckin' deaf now, ya understand?
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What if my baby momma's ride by, lookin good
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I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the hood
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My momma gettin' chauffeured like a movie star
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She don't know a damn thing about drivin' a car
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I'm rimmed up
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Now peep this million dollar smile in my mouth
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And all this luxury shit I got in my house
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I done sold a million records and I'm still goin'
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Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's still gone
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Repeat 1
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Rock Ice
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| Juvenile |
