| Just understand this, yo doggie I’m being candid
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| Don’t take this money for granted
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| I can’t explain this baby
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| It’s like me trying to explain why is water wet
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| Or why is the sun hot
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| Or why birds fly, and people don’t, oh I do though
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| First I step up like (Woo Hoo)
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| They like good god almight, she be killing em' (Woo Hoo)
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| Ass so fat make a nigga say (Woo Hoo)
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| How you get all that, with the same from the back, let em hit it from the back
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| Now he tasting my (Woo Hoo)
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| Lick it all up, don’t be wasting my (Woo Hoo)
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| Get up in that gut, put your face in my (Woo Hoo)
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| You a big boy right, nah you putting up a fight, nigga why you so up tight
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| I’m on the block like (Woo Hoo)
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| But you see the stones and the chains you like (Woo Hoo)
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| Dust them bitches off up out my way like (Woo Hoo)
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| Yeah like have a nice day, let me grab you through the way
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| Stay the fuck up out my face
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| Watch me tell em like (Woo Hoo)
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| Hoping I don’t crash, pray to god like (Woo Hoo)
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| Slow it down a little, take the key off that (Woo Hoo)
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| That be the coupe, check the bitch who did me dupe, see this leg is too cute
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| This that wildin shits
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| Yall ain’t know nothing about this
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| This nigga I rock with overseas
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| International byrd lady
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| His & her cedes
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| Call me the fur baby
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| I’m straight stunting on yall bitches man
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| You see me shining though
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| They yell (Woo Hoo)
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| Become to every bigga bubble got em like (Woo Hoo)
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| Every other flip I double, come through like (Woo Hoo)
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| When she see the kid with muscles, but she singing… like the whole clique in
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| trouble
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| But I’m like (Woo Hoo)
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| Every day a different hustle, feens like (Woo Hoo)
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| Every time the sniff a bundle, so I’m yelling (Woo Hoo)
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| Tell your friends to get a couple, I’m the one from trip em love em,
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| show you how to get a hustle
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| So I yell (Woo Hoo)
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| Get your whole clique in huddle, you’ll be singing (Woo Hoo)
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| You put it in a bigger duffle, quick to say (Woo Hoo)
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| We ain’t with the cigre bottles, get it in the hump, put it in the shottles
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| Run it through jones, don’t stutter or stumble
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| Come through like a 1, 2 rumble
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| They be loving how I be stunting like a thug do
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| I don’t cuff you, I slut you, my thought boo
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| What the fuck with the brothers who don’t fuck boo
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| If you want to, gotta |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Woo Hoo , by - Cam'Ron. Song from the album Crime Pays, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп