| We get the club jumpin from beginnin to the end
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| Go shorty, we back up in this bitch again
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| We party, harder than you can imagine
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| You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win
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| I feel attention when I walk in the club
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| G-Unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug
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| Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub
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| I don’t need security, this for
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| I came to ball wit y’all, buy up the bar and all
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| So bitches call ya hoes, and niggaz call ya dogs
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| If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight
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| She might never come home again nigga, aight
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| Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like
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| Ridin in Cashville runnin all stop lights
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| Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin
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| My momma just had a dream of seein me in prison
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| My daddy’s a dope feind, and I don’t really miss him
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| Ain’t seen him in 10 years and a nigga still livin
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| The same old two step we move to a rhythm
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| 50 holla get 'em Buck, you know I’m gonna get 'em, raaaaa!
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| I know you gon’let me shine and get mine
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| I know you gon’let me in wit this nine
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| I know you gon’let me smoke on my weed
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| I know you gon’let me drink wit no I. D I know you gon’let me shine and get mine
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| I know you gon’let me in wit this nine
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| I know you gon’let me smoke on my weed
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| I know you gon’let me drink wit no I. D I know I’m sinnin but I’m winnin at the same time
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| Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin to take mine
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| I’m back on the block, wit a chopper and a Tech nine
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| Niggaz shootin cops in the hood runnin stop signs
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| G-UNIT, The Game! |
| Bitches doin what the thugs do
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| G’s, D’s, Vice Lords, Crips and the Bloods too
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| Move let me come through
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| Ain’t a pair of handcuffs, can hold me
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| I’m ridin in the old school listenin to some oldies
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| My goals keep shinin, them hoes keep cryin
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| The handle of my .45 outlined in diamonds
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| Just left Cashville, bout to fly to Miami
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| Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys
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| Niggaz like, prolly can’t stand me I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties, bitch!
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| Y’all niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in-in
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| Bet ya I can make them bounce back
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| Teach 'em how to stunt, teach em’how to counts stacks (yeah)
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| Now where ya hood at, Buck If you want to We fifty deep up in here whatchu gon’do
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| Who want beef, I ain’t come for no name callin
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| Don’t be mad cause we is and you ain’t ballin
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| Gettin money is my motto for you broke folks
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| Can’t spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes
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| It’s alright if you still on the block boy
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| See I’ma cold young thug, not a hot boy
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| You know I do this for the streets, and my peeps thas behind bars
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| As soon as they come home, I’ll go and buy them all cars, Young Buck! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Me In , by - Young Buck. Song from the album Straight Outta Cashville, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп