| Uh. |
| uh uh uh uh
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| Uh. |
| wait a minute now
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| Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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| Uh, uh.
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| Can you hear me out there?
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| Lunatics. |
| is y’all ready?
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| Let me hear ya
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| Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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| I’m a sucker for corn rows and manicured toes (hey)
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| Fendi capri pants and Parasuco’s (alright)
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| The rise of Diddy and City, with one or two throws
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| I’m draftin' 'em outta high school straight into the pros
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| Who knows? |
| I know and I love it when you make your knees
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| Touch your elbows and break it down low to the Flo'
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| And there you go now throw it on me slow
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| And everytime I bust a rhyme, baby, «Gimme Some Mo'»
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| You say you like that, when I hit it from behind and I’ll be
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| Right back, yeah that’s my very next line, I use it
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| Time after time, when I’m speakin' my mind
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| It’s no matter if I’m shootin' game to a pigeon or dime
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| I ask her, «Who that is, talkin' that shit about the 'tics?»
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| Somebody probably jealous 'cause they bitch got hit
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| But ain’t nobody else droppin' shit like this
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| Should we apologize? |
| Nah fuck 'em, just leave 'em pissed, hey
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| Andele andele, mami, E.I. |
| E. I
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| Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh what’s poppin' tonight?
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| Andele andele, mami, E.I. |
| E. I
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| Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, if the head right, Nelly there ery’night
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| We can gamble to the break of dawn, nigga, money long, nigga
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| Pass up the skirt to talk to the thong, nigga
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| Some say I’m wrong, but fuck it I’m grown, nigga
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| If you ain’t 'bout money then best be gone, nigga
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| I’m flashy (uh), double takes when you walk past me
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| Nasty, don’t be scared boo, go 'head and ask me
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| I drive fastly, call me Jeff Gord-on in the Black SS with the naviga-tion
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| See the joint blaz-on, somethin' smells amaz-on
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| I got a chick rollin' up, half black and Asi-an
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| Another one page-in, tellin' me to come home
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| Her husband on vacation and left her home alone
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| I used the V-12, powers; |
| weight loss, powers
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| From Phat Farm to Iceberg Slim in one shower
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| Get a room in Trump Towers just to hit for 3 hours
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| Kicked the bitch up out the room 'cause she used the word ours, hey
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| Andele andele, mami, E.I. |
| E. I
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| Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh what’s poppin' tonight?
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| Andele andele, mami, E.I. |
| E. I
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| Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, if the head right, Nelly there ery’night
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| Ayo, I smash-mouth a whole ounce, of that sticky
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| Wash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin' icky. |
| Let
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| Go off in a ho’s mouth, I ain’t picky
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| Start frontin' when the shows out, whatchu mean?!
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| Twenty inches when they roll ouuuuuuut, come and get me
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| Big faces when they fold ouuuuuuut, is you wit me?
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| Don’t make me pull that fo'-fo' ouuuuuuut
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| I keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuut, then I
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| Slide up in the Escalade, me and E gettin' solid like the Ice Capades And me
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| and Heezy, Frosty, Roger the Rabbit and Bugsy
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| You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies. |
| If
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| You compare me to your local grocery, then
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| You’ll see I got more karats than Aldi
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| More bread than aisle G, then bag and scan me
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| Sure like Al B., meet the 'tics in Maui, hey
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| Andele andele, mami, E.I. |
| E. I
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| Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh what’s poppin' tonight?
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| Andele andele, mami, E.I. |
| E. I
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| Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, if the head right, Nelly there ery’night
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| St. Louis y’all, uh, uh
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| Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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| Uh, can you feel that?
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| Lunatics y’all, uh, uh
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| Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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| Uh, uh, Uncle Phil up above y’all, uh, uh
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| Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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| Yell it universal y’all, uh, uh
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| Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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| Uh, uh, chillin' chillin' chillin' with the crew y’all
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| Andele andele, mami, E.I. |
| E. I
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| Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh what’s poppin' tonight?
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| Andele andele, mami, E.I. |
| E. I
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| Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, if the head right, Nelly there ery’night |