| In the club the crissy bottles are popping,
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| And at the telli you know the panties are dropping,
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| This track I’m flowing on is jumping,
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| And just like Snoop and Dre we always into something,
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| Yo playa yes I’m from Cleveland, where every night you know you hear the
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| pistols squeezing,
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| And when it’s time to lay my mack down, 1st class pimp hat I stop in Chi-town!
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| We just Flickin, every day of my life that’s how we livin'
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| From N.Y. to Calli chrome spinning,
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| In escalades and Caddies ice drippin,
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| But we ain’t Hollywood!
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| To all my ladies wit they top down,
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| And the Bentley’s is sitting low to the ground,
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| I had to tell that gurl to exhale, why’s that?
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| Cause she seen me rollin' on Sprewells,
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| And her booty was packed just like a lunch pale,
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| But my game was tighter than a pair of Chanel’s,
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| She said you remind me of L.L., then Kelly, then Nelly,
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| I’m like yo' that’s cool B, but you can call me AV.
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| Yo' you can catch me on the back street,
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| In the hood wit the girl off in the back seat,
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| She said she’s from Puerto Rico, i said yo' I need to stop and get some petro,
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| She said, OK stop at the gas station,
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| She’s in the passenger seat just waiting patient,
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| She put her foot up on my dash, I’m like what?
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| Gurl get them down and for that go pump my gas!
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| Bump Jay, I come thru,
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| Chopping like I know kung fu,
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| TV’s make you feel like your sittin'
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| In yo front room, bang in the trunk too,
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| Everybody hood know we got it good,
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| We ain’t Hollywood,
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| We just flickin, so wipe a playa down, we pimpin,
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| Everyday it’s another bust down it’s sickin',
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| I will up the chrome and flame, and for my nigga
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| AV and Stone Entertainment, head up, we flickin! |