| As I proceed to rock y’all and shock y’all
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| Cold clubbin, some might say I’m buggin
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| I’m the back lifted, checkin out folts
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| I see girls trickin, lookin for a victim
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| Yeah they spot me, but I’m the wrong nigga
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| Cause ain’t nuttin changed since days of +Golddigger+
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| They walk right past me like I’m invincible
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| Don’t trust em, the first principle
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| Yo pass that here and cheers, celebrate like the new year
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| Honies front to rear, party over here
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| So get your groove on as we move on bust the new song
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| Once again, it’s on, pop the cham' Dom
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| Bustin those when we pull up in the chrome
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| Party til Daylight, just like Stallone
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| Rollin with the players, sportin Timbs and the gators
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| Cell and pagers, fat whips quick to blaze ya
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| I be coolin, doin my thing, I’m slight jig
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| Sometimes I be Down Low, like Mr. Big
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| The Green-Eyed Bandit, what? |
| Yea is he
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| The dark skin packs a mack-10 who gets busy?
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| I stay tight, keep the vibe right
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| I could pull a Rampage and Wild For Da Night
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| I’m lethal, I still do it for my people
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| I break it down for em, it’s hard to ignore em
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| The time is right, and tonight’s the night, we in the hype
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| We got my game type shorties excited, I’m feelin nice
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| We roll the dice, shot of vodka and ice
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| People on the dancefloor, doin it right
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| Cristal for the profile, money spenders and pretenders
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| And V.I.P. |
| rollin with the winners
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| You know how it go, Heinekens and the Mo'
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| The pen and the pad and a dimepiece to go |