| Yea, D-lo, OK, Sho’Nuff.
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| So what we got here ya’ll.
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| This right here is what we call female pimpin'.
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| Understand that Rasheeda, OK, Cherish baby, Ok.
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| Don Vito you a little foolish, ha ha.
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| I Like this. |
| ATL.
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| Straight up.
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| A-Town. |
| That’s my type.
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| Thugged out. |
| From the hood.
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| That’s what I like.
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| Neck, ears.
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| Wrist shinning so bright.
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| Give me paper or plastic.
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| Anything I like.
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| You see I like 'em kind of cool.
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| Black shades, black tee, and black shoes.
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| Candy painted Impala on 22s.
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| Straight up gutta.
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| Is just my kind of dude.
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| Where my Chi Town gangstas.
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| Down for whatever.
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| And all my Midwest riders.
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| My Saint Loui players.
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| Where my East Coast hustlers.
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| My New Yorkers holla.
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| Cause we don’t need no bustas.
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| We don’t need no haters.
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| I need a down south G.
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| The ones that ride so good.
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| That can give me what I need.
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| The ones that talk so hood.
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| The boys from the West Coast scene.
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| My crip walkin soldiers.
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| That can handle a chick like me.
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| A chick like me.
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| All my fellas need to hear me.
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| I want ya’ll to hear me clearly.
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| I’m not the picky type.
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| I like my thugs from every city.
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| GA, LA, on back to Philly.
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| But them dirty boys.
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| Oh they do something to me.
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| See I have to disagree.
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| I like my thugs from the NYC.
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| Steady trappin' on the gangsta scene.
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| Ridin' in cars up on that gangsta lean.
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| Yea, Rasheeda, Chersih baby.
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| Ima break it down and tell you how I like it.
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| Red monkey jeans hanging low with a black-T.
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| Gotta mean swag and he trappin' on the back street.
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| Now man it’s somthing 'bout them G’s.
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| Make Rasheeda tempertaure jump 100 degrees.
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| Is it the money or the candy paint dripping.
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| Or the way he hold me down and keep it pimpin'.
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| Plus he know just how to beat it up.
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| Can’t get enough so he always wanna eat it up.
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| That’s how it’s going down right here baby.
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| We calling out all the G’s all around the world.
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| Please believe it.
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| Ya’ll need to keep it pimpin'.
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| Keep ya A game.
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| Keep it tight baby.
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| This Cherish right here.
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| This Rasheeda right here, the Georgia peach.
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| The Urban Legend.
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| It don’t get no better than this. |