| Turn it up
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| Turn it up
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| Turn it up
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| 10 wayz to a G
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| Three situations, pay attention to me
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| 10 wayz to a G
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| Three situations, pay attention to me
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Ten
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| First, ya gotta go get the chips
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| Scope out the section, tell 'em, «Go get the bricks»
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| Nine
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| Then ya gotta find a place to meet
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| You better bring your heat 'cuz them villains ain’t sweet
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| Eight
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| Ya better let your chick drop to get 'em
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| And follow that broad to make sure them people not with 'em
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| Seven
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| Don’t bring around your house
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| 'Cuz you don’t want that heat pepper nowhere 'round your house
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| Six
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| See how it come back before you start
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| And if it come short bring back everything you bought
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| Five
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| Wait, if lil' daddy on the street
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| Cut the cake, hit the hood the next day about eight
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| Four
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| And if you can’t move it all, call your dog
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| Jam him up, and tell him, «Fool, me and you about to ball»
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| Three
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| Split it up, four quarters-a-piece
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| And if y’all do that everyday, that’s fifty-six-a-week
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| Two
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| When the money start comin', keep sellin'
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| Don’t buy nothin' special unless you got good credit
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| One
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| Make sure you put some money aside
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| And in a month call the man and tell him, «Bring a extra five»
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| 10 wayz to a G
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| Two situations, pay attention to me
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| 10 wayz to a G
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| Two situations, pay attention to me
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| Ten
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| Gotta floss everyday of my life
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| Forget the price, get the ice, hit the club every night
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| Nine
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| Buy the ball, let 'em know you a star
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| When everybody come outside to see the dubs on your car
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| Eight
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| They gon' hate, so keep that tool
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| Scratch off and holler out the window, «Boy, I’m a fool»
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| Seven
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| When ya meet, take a broad to plug
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| And make sure that chic was the baddest broad in the club
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| Six
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| Lay it down when you’re comin' around, bumpin' the sound
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| Got the truck touchin' the ground
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| Five
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| 2000 Range Rover, you see
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| Leather, wood, television all over it, B
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| Four
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| Watch bracelet, wodie, shop daily
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| Everything them wannabe’s got, I played it
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| Three
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| Two dice on the block, keep it real
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| Bet the house that’s about two-point-five-mill
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| Two
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| Keep cheddar, what you got, I can match it
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| Ride everything chrome, rock everything platinum
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| One
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| Keep shinin' 'til it burn me out
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| But never ever let the money, baby, turn me out
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| 10 wayz to a G
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| One situation, pay attention to me
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| 10 wayz to a G
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| One situation, pay attention to me
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| Ten
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| Tell a broad, «Everything for free
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| You can shop 'til you drop, shorty, all on me»
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| Nine
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| Number ten ain’t nothin' but a lie
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| Don’t buy the broad nothin', and I’m 'bout to tell you why
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| Eight
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| Sell the skank a dream bigger than life
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| And she gon' stick around for the shoppin' spree, alright
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| Seven
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| Tell your broad you know me, and we jam tight
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| And you like what I like, and you gon' be alright tonight
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| Six
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| Nine times outta ten I went out with the broad you with
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| But that shouldn’t stop you from doin' what you do, slick
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| Five
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| Then turn to her, tell her you love her, and don’t laugh
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| And if I had a penny, baby, then you got half
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| Four
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| What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is yurn
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| And you got it right now and that’ll leave a-thousand dollars
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| To my tax return
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| Three
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| At this point, if you love me, you’ll make my fantasies come true
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| And if she say, «What it is?» |
| To sleep with your sister and you
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| Two
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| Don’t love these, love yourself
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| And if you pay attention to this you’ll have plenty of wealth
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| One
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| I’m done, and I ain’t got nothin' else to say
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| 'Cuz I can’t think of nothin' to rhyme with this shh
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| Y’all have a nice day
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| 10 wayz to a G
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| Good night, everybody
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| 10 wayz to a G
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| 10 wayz to a G
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| What?
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| What?
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| Now looky here
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| 10 wayz to a G
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| I gave you three situations and ten ways to deal with it
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| You see what I’m sayin'
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| If you apply that to your everyday life
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| Whether you slingin', you dig ballin' or playin' on broads
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| You, too, can be scraped
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| I said scraped, that’s right, scraped
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| See what I’m sayin' and these
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| I mean, we gotta get together, marry yourself, man
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| 'Cuz ain’t nobody gon' care 'bout yourself but yourself
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| Know what I’m sayin'
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| Go marry yourself, go on a honeymoon, treat yourself
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| I mean, 'cuz can’t nobody cheat on thyself
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| You gon' be with yourself, but you can’t cheat on yourself
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| You know what I’m sayin'
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| Man, that’s ballerrific, stuntastic
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| And I like to say one more time, good night, mmm, hmm
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| And tell myself, «Self, I am so infatuated with you»
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| Hey, thank you
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| I’m infatuated with you, too
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| Good night, self
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| Good night, good night, Mannie
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| I love you |