| That’s another platinum hit, yeah
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| Yeah, southern style for that nine pound
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| What’s up cutie, you gon' love this one
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| It’s the bomb, baby, it’s the bomb, yeah
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| I’m coming up putting on work on these plexing ass bustas
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| My infrared is at that head 'cause nigga I don’t love ya
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| You’re listening to the sound of the southern-ass G
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| And playa hatin' niggas with them badges don’t fear me
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| Niggas on the block cock your Glocks 'cause we gon' uprise
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| Blastin' on these bastards 'til the mother fuckers realize
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| That we gon' fuck that ho chick, come on through bitch
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| Take a slug trick, I feel this
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| I’m high up off that fire I put down, leave a nigga twisted
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| So bow down, nigga raise up
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| Step up you, get fucked up
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| I pack a Desert Eagle, mother fucker
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| So you better have got your sleep in when I’m creeping
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| So you fool better recognize
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| I’ll be that G smoking weed with the crooked eyes
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| To the fullest, nigga don’t make me pull it
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| 'Cause if I do, fool, you gon' be the one the bite the bullet
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| And that’s the sound of my gat saying, «Thank ya» |
| Peace, mother fucker, from that loc’ed out southern gangsta
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| Yeah, we doing it like this
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| I want all you niggas to recognize, you know
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| The south is on the rise
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| And uh, for you hoes out there?
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| A nigga’s got his mack game down, so uh
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| Watch this
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| I’m laid back like a mack sipping Cognac
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| So many bitches on my dick they call me Goldie Mac
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| I’m just a nigga black as coal with a silver tongue
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| Spittin' game like a mother fucking leak a-don' sprung
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| I keeps 'em wet like a faucet from my conversation
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| That makes it easy for this playa to have penetration
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| So um, what’s your name? |
| Baby, maybe we can get together
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| Go out for a drink or we can kick it on that other level
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| Take your time and unwind and let your emotions go
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| A playa gon' be a playa and a ho gon' be a ho
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| On the real, what’s the deal, can we get it on?
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| After I hit I split and let the woman go
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| Out the door, a rubber on the floor
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| A nigga like myself ain’t got no love for these hoes
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| Bitch, please, you feel lame to this game
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| Mackin' is a sport and I do it for the fame |
| I’m never caught up with at trick ho, it’s best I let you know
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| You found me rolling niggas out here giving up your cash flow
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| Flip the script and let that bitch play herself
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| Gold digging hoes will try to get you for your wealth
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| Sew up, recognize and put that bitch in her place
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| If she’s out of line, slap that ho in the face
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| Ain’t no slackin' in my mack is what it’s all about
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| It’s that mother fucker from the mother fucking south |