| Ayo God, yo meet me at the Deniece Williams concert tonight, man
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| E’rybody there, Stacy Lattisaw, Teena Marie, e’rybody, man
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| Yeah yeah no doubt
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| I’ma bring one of my baddest stallions, man
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| Hahahaha
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| You do the same aight?
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| You know how we play baby, listen
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| I’m at a car wash right now
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| But I’ma hit you as soon as I’m right over there
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| Right in front right? |
| Yeah, okay, aight got you
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| Son, who laced you with the ill haircut?
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| Lenny, he blessed me with the sharp blade, that nigga’s paid
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| He make a pretty penny
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| Yo, you hurt 'em with the new Prada’s
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| True, check mines they royal blue
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| My shits is baby blue
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| They powder blue, yo' shits is hotter
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| You hotter with them frames on
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| Nigga you James Bond, and you stay low
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| Y’know my style bab' bro
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| Yeah, make dough, manicure, facial, face glow
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| Fuck it if you say so; |
| I keep it P.I.
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| That’s how we break hoes
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| We throwin' ivory dice across the concrete
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| And of course that don’t make him your man because y’all palms meet
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| We had boxes bumpin' La-Di-Da-Di
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| Shotties was blastin', pellets jumpin' into everybody
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| They never got me
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| Was cool with all the park shooters, sparkin' bazookas
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| Sharpen your tutors, 'cause we don’t pardon the snoozers
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| Yo son I wouldn’t change my life for nothin'
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| And that ain’t like you for frontin'
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| Who’s the nicest? |
| Nuff talkin', light somethin'
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| Yo we hard hit, just like Camacho and Vargas
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| Who’s the target
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| Now watch how we close the market
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| We both hard hit, just like Hagler and Hearns
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| Add the math, be concerned, if it’s beef you burn
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| Yo it’s sorta like, Poitier and Bill Cosby
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| 'Let's Do It Again,' a beautiful blend, let’s do it to win
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| My nigga — my nigga — my niggas — my niggas
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| My niggas — my niggas — uhh.
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| What’s today’s mathematics?
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| We had it, we let 'em hold it, we should’ve sold it
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| We back at it, we could’ve grabbed it
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| But fuck it, just let 'em have it
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| Al 'Humdulillah
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| Allahu Akbar, God is the greatest
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| Planet Mars, we carved in the faces
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| You couldn’t catch us in a car without the bangers
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| Believe, I touched a couple of movie stars and entertainers
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| Indeed, one in particular, almost started to name her, ha ha
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| I was there when you first pushed up and started to game her
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| Been a long journey, certain shit just don’t concern me
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| They ain’t hurtin' shit; |
| we flip, they hire attorneys
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| Yo I’ma stay custom, 'til I’m old grey and rustin'
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| Reminiscin the number of chickens that claim we fucked 'em
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| Bet some badder hoes than them other funky rappers chose
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| I’m tryin' to wife a chick, light a spliff
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| Okay, this might be like another part to «Life's a Bitch»
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| Bite your lips, who’s nice as this? |
| We righteousness
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| No mic assists, it’s murderous — granted the right to flip
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| Yo we hard hit, just like Camacho and Vargas
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| Who’s the target
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| Now watch how we close the market
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| We both hard hit, just like Hagler and Hearns
|
| Add the math, be concerned, if it’s beef you burn
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| Yo it’s sorta like, Poitier and Bill Cosby
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| 'Let's Do It Again,' a beautiful blend, let’s do it to win
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| My nigga — my nigga — my niggas — my niggas
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| My niggas — my niggas — uhh.
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| Yo we hard hit, just like Camacho and Vargas
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| Who’s the target
|
| Now watch how we close the market
|
| We both hard hit, just like Hagler and Hearns
|
| Add the math, be concerned, if it’s beef you burn
|
| Yo it’s sorta like, Poitier and Bill Cosby
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| 'Let's Do It Again,' a beautiful blend, let’s do it to win
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| My nigga — my nigga — my niggas — my niggas
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| My niggas — my niggas — uhh.
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| Like, Spinks and Hearns.
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| Sorta. |
| Poitier and Bill Cosby
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| 'Let's Do it Again,' nigga |