| Hey baby your hips was getting big
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| Now you’re getting thin you don’t care about your wig
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| Now Woolie Willie got a pair of my sneakers
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| Wonder where he got 'em cause I hid 'em behind my speakers
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| The object of your affection is the tree-top connection
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| Where basically you love to smoke your wools
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| The crackheads and crack men they come up to my door
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| I don’t smoke jums so what they knocking for
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| Kids love to feel on you, feds got a seal on you
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| Street time is limited to days
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| On your crack card you’re getting only A’s and C’s for come back
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| Damn it’s a shame you’re the mighty queen of vials
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| With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smile
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| Used to walk with a swagger, now you simply stagger
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| From one spot on to the next spot on to the next spot on to the next
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| Stunt get a job, from me you won’t rob
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| Cause I’ll smack you with a hose filled with sand
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| Now give that to the crack man
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| You was fly once now you’re losing all your fronts
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| Started off light only tipping woolie blunts
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| But now you get a a stripe, graduated to the pipe
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| Took a long pull… hype
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| Yeah, head crack head crack
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| You smoked up that stack in a minute you was back
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| (Hey yo X, wasn’t that your girl?)
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| Yeah I had to drop her
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| Cause she caught on the plastic and I just couldn’t stop her
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| Slow down
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| What I am is what I am
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| I knew this girl named Tropicana
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| She’s always juicing
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| Producing cash from her sexual tasks
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| She loves men that trick like Halloween and treat
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| You ain’t paid then your grade is incomplete
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| You’ve got to flash dollars, to prove her
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| And when you do she sucks it up like a Hoover
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| Taking all your papes like inhalation of vapes
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| Her nasal passage is filled with money, and it’s massive
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| (What I am is what I am)
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| Well, what you are is a stunt, man, you’re on a hunt
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| And your plan is to take all you can from a man and scram
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| I’ve seen your kind before you’re not original
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| Just a sick mixed up individual
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| Giving up the crotch for a fresh gold watch
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| Marking off the goods you get going up another notch
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| Your ways and actions are like those of a savage
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| If the price is right, then anyone can ravage
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| Even Monty Hall can have himself a ball if his assets are in order
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| What’s really scary is you’re somebody’s daughter
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| So don’t come around trying to make a profit
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| At the expense of another man, stop it
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| 'Cause you see, you’re the freak show of the town
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| Know what I think you ought to do is
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| Slow down x7
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| What I am is what I am x2
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| As the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stunt
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| A forty and a blunt, that’s all she really wants
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| But she’ll spend your papes and she’ll use up all your plastic
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| And if you swing an ep you’d better wear a prophylactic
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| Cause things are getting drastic
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| Slide up in the wrong one you’ll end up in a casket
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| (Slow down)
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| Sister, there’s no need in speeding
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| She was doing lays before she started meeting
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| What makes a bitch want to act in this fashion?
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| Pulled more stunts than my man Action Jackson
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| A real gold winner just like Bruce Jenner
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| Lay the Bed over there and then you run right in her
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| Puba makes no mistakes
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| She said, «Rock me tonight (for old time’s sake)»
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| Picture that
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| (Slow Down)
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| You little hooker
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| Honey got a problem with the bends
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| Meaning she likes to bend over, and then she spreads the skins
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| The Door is just Open and that’s without no controversy
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| She can make the bedsprings sing a song of mercy
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| Come on toots you can take a thousand douches
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| And scrub that ass and i’ll still pass
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| (Slow down)
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| You’re living foul
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| (Slow down)
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| Now see it ain’t no reason for you to be out here skeezing
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| Cause it’s not the season
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| So if you want to live foul and be a dumb diddy dumb dumb bitch
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| Well go ahead, Baby
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| You’re living foul
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| I’d like to give a special shout to my DJ Alamo on the help out
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| Right by my side
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| Slow down (repeat 12X) |