| Uhh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe
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| Boy check the rsume, it’s risky business in the A (A)
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| And I’ve been witness to this history, ever since the 10th grade
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| We went from rockin braids to temp fades
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| I twist my A hat to the side just for style
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| Or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly
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| Wow, the Southern pride been known to shut it down
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| It ain’t so country though nigga, this ain’t no Gomer Pyle
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| I’m Sergeant Slaughter, I keep my shit cooked to order in order
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| to satisfy my people in Georgia and cross the water
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| And, across the border the esse’s are gettin smarter
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| They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas
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| If you follow, wink wink, No Doubt we +Don't Speak+
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| In a blink them folks can have you sleepin in the clink
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| I’m shittin on niggaz and peein on the seat
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| It’s the nigga, the B-I-G B-O-I, O-U-T
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| Now party people in the club it’s time to cut a rug
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| And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbuggs
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| I’m double fisted and you empty you can grab a cup
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| Boy stop, I’m just playin, let me dap you up
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| (Baby baby — baby baby)
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| (You're in my system — you’re in my system)
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| (Baby baby — baby baby)
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| (Tell me you’re listenin — tell me you’re listenin)
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| Boy, it’s after 12, club like a hive B
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| A beehive cause now everybody buzzin around me
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| Could it be the way that the verse is sounding?
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| Came up on the Geto Boys and the Underground Kingz
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| Toys, I had a Brougham, called it Pretty Brown Thing
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| Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining
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| Known to keep a bad bitch, no niggaz beside me
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| Index finger on the trigger case niggaz is clowning
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| Not to flex but to +Protect My Neck+ like the Wu-Tang
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| Self-preservation is the rule when you do aim
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| Or get in somethin more sinister, you gotta be the finisher
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| Make it so the doctors they can’t replenish him
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| Or bring him back to life.
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| . |
| back to reality
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| Gon' get him some hoes, leave it alone
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| Triple O.G. |
| status, A-Town's very own
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| Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin 'gnac
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| Bendin round corners in the 'llac
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| Cut a rug, playa now cut a rug
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| Throw yo' deuces in the sky for the shutterbuggs
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| (And this goes out to all my ladies in the front) What you want?
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| You make me wanna breed, girl freeze
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| Cut a rug (lady now) cut a rug
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| (And throw yo' deuces in the sky for the shutterbuggs)
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| Tell me you’re listenin cause you’re all up in my system
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| I can feel ya from my head to my toes, to my toes
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| (You're in my system, my system)
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| Lucious Left Foot got his best foot forward, darling
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| Lord have mercy how them flows stay so cold, froze
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| (Tell me you’re listenin, listenin)
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| … Cut a rug, cut a rug
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| (You're in my system, my system) Shutterbugg
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| … Cut a rug, cut a rug
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| (Tell me you’re listenin) |