| Now for some typical reason
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| I’m rollin up some hoes and pattin my back seat hah
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| My pimpin lyrical tactics is like a dirty kid flippin on a mattress
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| Now flex this
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| Verse One: Tung Twista
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| Now I just be
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| On the front porch with a torch ready to scorch
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| Two women peepin me cause really I’m gone
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| In the zone they havin thoughts of freakin me
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| Keepin me company bumpin me for the privacy I’m on
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| They can see I’m a cool muhfucka kickin the petty
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| Down with a tango on my razor fade
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| Peanut butter complexion to silly processions
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| Of bitties a fifty sack got some reefers and a razor blade
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| Like a game of Spades, crack the bullshit
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| These days was made for me to devise strictly games that paid
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| Women freakin me greedy lickin me doin body graffiti
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| Throwin they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age?
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| Two players in the Chi, you’re thinkin Do Or Die
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| You and I can be naked cause I’m the love that you’ve been thinkin of
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| The style of flow is a vocal calico
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| To show you with the mic I be speakin love, what’s the words, weak and
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| Numb
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| Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and Glock
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| Try not to pass the block, gettin more hot than the astronauts
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| Sippin After Shock
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| I ball cause I see you all on Rap-a-Lot
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| Let’s get parley and then crack the spot
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| Plenty Henny for my crew and I ain’t even broke up half a knot
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| Keep on holdin me while I roll to be we can smoke or ride
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| And you can play with me to keep the passion hot
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| Don’t you know how the money flow
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| Don’t you know, how the money flow
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| Don’t you know, how the money flow
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| Verse Two: Belo
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| Mmmm, now they peep a brother Rolex
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| Try and get race car, heavy on the skin tech
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| Money clean like Windex
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| Givin up the ave like a brother gonna pass, but the hoe check
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| Hoe flex I’m on the avenue, lay it back sip a half a brew
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| So I see if I can have a fruit
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| A peep show like the hoe when she thinkin bout me havin you
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| She laughin too, and pass a few, beads around
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| Smokin trees till the leaves come down
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| She be clothed ain’t a skeezer now, show em the paper
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| That be caught up at your crib with your pantses down
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| But money maker want a triple take
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| Look at the nigga with the endless dividends of heavyweight
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| See him ridin in the see-A, D-I, double-L, A-see
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| Always checkin paper in tall ways
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| Pull em off the sprawlways
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| Herd a couple hoes in clothes and I’m supposed to be all day
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| Parley parley, dog that’s how the money flow
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| Don’t you know, how the money flow
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| Don’t you know, how we do it in the 'O
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| Don’t you know
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| Verse Three: AK-47
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| Bend the block with the indo, blowin out my window
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| Rolex on my side do', lean back in the slow flow
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| Gettin paid as the night go
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| I see some fly hoe, tell me where you crib at
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| Where’s the place that you live at?
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| Hit you on the phone till you be all alone
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| So we can get it on baby just kick back
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| Swiggin brews and Perrier
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| Thick chick with a booty like a plizayer do
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| AK (to where) to the pen
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| And to tell all my niggas to keep it strong
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| They ain’t got long (to what) to see
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| Where the niggas is kick it where a nigga kick it
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| Go where I go Cadillac to the show
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| Po Pimp fuck the dough hit the stage and become wicked
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| Get the money and ride out, go back to the hideout
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| Take a woman to the bed and spread them thighs out
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| I’ma pull my surprise out
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| Then my boys was flyin out, but two girls were chasin
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| Deep in Chicago, been doin this since the nine-oh
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| Comin up put a number on fryin hoes
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| Let the money flow
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| Don’t you know, how the money flow
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| Don’t you know, how the money flow
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| Don’t you know, how the money flow
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| Don’t you know, how we do it in the 'O
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| Verse Four: Nard
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| Now for some typical reason I’m rollin up with a hoe
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| And I’m pattin my back seat
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| I pimp lyrical tactics like a dirty kid flippin on a mat
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| Never could I come flexless, when I wreck shit
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| Then be dip through the Chi and enjoy my Lexus
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| Better blow when you bob your head, to the fed shit
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| Why you waitin for the next kid, motherfucker
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| Makin money just wanted to take a little get the dick wet
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| Get my girl in bed
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| Spend my money in the Southern, motherfuckers
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| That’s thuggerin, but I’ma come from the heart for start
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| To stop all the niggas the bigger the trigger the larger the dividends
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| Pimpin and paperin leavin sugar in
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| Till money flow like a dreamland
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| But really though, could you tell me how the money flow?
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| Don’t you know, how the money flow
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| Don’t you know, how we do it in the 'O
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| Don’t you know, how the money flow
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| Don’t you know, how we do it in the 'O |