| Mannie: Girl there he go again and when he stop they spin
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| Jazze: Ain’t that them stop and goes?
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| Mannie: Yeah that’s them spinnin' rims
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| Jazze: And what them thangs they cost?
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| Mannie: I think they 'bout a house
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| Jazze: Now all you other wheels are played out (They keep spinnin')
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| Now girl believe me I’m coming as fast as I can
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| Rims spinnin' like «rooaaaww» like I’m a North Carolina man
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| Well I can do the do’s on deuce 22's
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| So make a mother fucker bowl move
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| I’m sitting there holding wait a minute
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| We in Atlanta, pimpin', ballin'
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| Every seven days is ballin' Chevys
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| Seven-four is Escalades on spinnin' blades — they sho is great
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| Hey Mannie tell these niggas how to hold these shoes
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| When the car been parked and the rims keep movin' (They keep spinnin')
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| Now in Chi-Town
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| Rims picking up every block I drive down
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| And on my lap that Desert weighing 'bout five pounds
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| Now don’t be playing cause I’m spraying 'bout five rounds (Gun shots)
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| Get down (They keep spinnin')
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| You see that Lexus coupe? |
| That Benz without the roof?
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| That Cadillac on 25's with skinny tires that’s baby blue
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| They on them stop and goes
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| Them girls like «Watch him go»
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| Spinnin' chrome with this Killer Stone
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| Out the Magnolia with a Diablo (They keep spinnin')
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| When I get my money baby
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| Gotta get that big Mercedes
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| Believe me, when you see me
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| Its gone be filled up with ladies
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| This here is serious stuntin'
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| And when them brakes is pumping
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| I done caused wreck, gotta catch my breath cause
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| (They keep spinnin')
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| You want this money baby
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| Them there is buttons baby
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| I put that mink on your body you the Bird Lady
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| Bur Berry furs crazy
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| I spent about 80
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| Birdman and them thangs (They keep spinnin')
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| Mine keep spinnin', dippin'
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| Dabbin', slidin', California ridin'
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| I rock for LA I rock for Compton and Watts
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| And my rims keep spinnin' every time I stop
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| You see my red Lex
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| I mean my read Vette
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| In my red Benz — flew up in my liter jet
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| I mean my red Beamer — its with that new (?)
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| Steering wheel in the middle (They keep spinnin')
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| In that H-Town heads turning
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| Every corner that I come around
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| Hoping niggas grin, cause they love the sound
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| Of them big boys swishing
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| Them diamonds I stop and go
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| Sometimes I stop and listen
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| Its big pimpin' baby
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| It ain’t no sippin' baby
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| I’m in that new thang sitting on them Sprewell Racings
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| So when I stop they flow
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| So nigga watch your ho
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| I’m at the red light but (They keep spinnin')
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| Its Gilly nigga
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| This Philly nigga
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| I push way back with the milli trigga
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| My rock are froze — I stop and pose
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| Your bitch all over my stop and goes
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| They keep on spinnin' and them hoes keep on grinnin'
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| But when my car stop my rims (They keep spinnin')
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| All right everybody look at your watch right now
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| And pay attention to the seconds
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| I’m 'bout to pull up to the red light I’m 'bout to stop
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| And we gone see how long they gone spin (They keep spinnin') |