| Now I done been through a world of shit
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| And you know
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| That I’m a pimp, before I break and make a mistake for you hoes
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| You told your story and I told you mine
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| But you lied
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| 'Bout to get my pimp on cracking, but we fly
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| And furthermore I ain’t got a dime
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| But you do
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| But don’t give daddy his paper and watch what I do to you
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| You took my kindness for a weakness
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| Nah, nah, for a weakness
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| Pimp bone connected to my knee bone
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| Knee bone connect to my free bone
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| Free bone connect to my pee bone
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| Gimmie that pussy when he gone
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| I hurt your mind
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| I hurt your kind
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| But a pimp gon' close 'em up like some (ahh) vertical blinds
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| Bitch you just wanna go fuck somebody
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| But make sure you scrape that booger off your coat
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| Before it freeze up and cut somebody
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| Now that should get ya (that should get ya)
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| And when you in that line getting that WIC bitch
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| With that shit you get you can it wit ya
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| Don’t walk away
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| (Cause what’s mine is mine
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| Uh huh, you come over here when I say something)
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| Don’t walk away
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| (Now don’t look down unless you see money on the ground
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| Bitch I told ya)
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| Don’t walk away
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| (No, look at me bitch when I talk to you
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| Don’t turn your back on me!)
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| Don’t walk away
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| (Sit down! Come here!)
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| Stacking dolla dolla, why you B.S.ing?
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| Up in the Coupe with the Impala 'pala, why you B.S.ing?
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| Sometime it make me wanna holla holla «Why you B.S.ing?»
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| But that’s my god and that’s my father father why you B.S.ing?
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| Now, you
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| Got ta
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| Believe in you
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| See, see, I got to act up if I gotta make you believe in you
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| And I’ll crack up making you believe in you
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| Take a deep breath
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| You can trip, just breathe, my body, yo' body
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| Nobody around us but eucalyptus trees
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| 'Cause if ya down, and wanna get you paid
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| Remember we love surprises
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| Fuck drugs 'cause there’s people out there getting turned out on Kool Aid
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| La di da di
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| Ha ha, we want your money not your body, bitch
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| I get you served like the mack I am
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| And my money be stanking but people don’t give a damn
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| See, see, I
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| Asked her for her heart she said, «What for?»
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| I said, «Pay me.»
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| She took off walking real fast yelling she gave it to the Lord save me!
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| Don’t walk away
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| Now she be treating niggas so good
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| 'Cause the hoe, she stay ready
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| Like Suga Free because he said she needs to give me 'bout 20 dubs
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| Well remember that time I had you coming in that skinny tub?
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| Now can you feel that?
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| With all that unnecessary noise you making
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| So your girlfriends can hear you bitch, you can kill that
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| 'Cause when the ass be smacking
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| And the money be lacking
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| You think I’m goin' broke for you
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| Because of the way that you acting?
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| I be spending my life getting tipsy and blunted
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| Driving fast down the 5 getting head cause I want it
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| Trying to make enough paper so when I retire
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| I got a pile big enough to set the world on fire
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| See me cracking at bitch
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| Making her fetch
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| My dick around the room 'cause I’m making it stretch
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| And I defy you to make me stay
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| 'Cause when I’m through with the whooping and getting dressed
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| You gon' be begging me…
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| Don’t walk away
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| That’s my dog
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| James DeBarge
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| Grand Rapids, Compton, and Pomona
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| Don’t walk away |