| This is the Unit
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| The mighty mighty mighty Unit
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| This is how we do it
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| Ayy (ayy, ayy)
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| I made the A lean and pop to it, N.Y. pop to it
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| No frontin here shorty, niggas know how I do it
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| For the paper let the gat pop, jackpot
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| Find me trippin, ridin slow through the back blocks
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| Red Coupe switchin lanes, top down, party frame
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| Diamond rings, diamond chains, diamonds on e’rythang
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| Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go
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| New straps, new clip, stack chips, don’t trip
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| Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God
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| Party ain’t never over, niggas hardly ever sober
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| Different day, same shit, different city, different chick
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| Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid
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| Bitches recognize when I’m walkin' in
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| Smokin' that piff, goin' where dolphins swim
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| 44-Colt, that’s tossin' him
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| And that four-do' Porsche what I’m flossin' in (YEAH!)
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| I’m in the black, you in the red
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| You owe your label money, I’m gettin bread
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| Can you feel it, feel it? |
| Nothin' can save ya
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| In my purple tag Polo and neon Gators (break it down now!)
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| Bitch play cute, I don’t get upset
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| 'Til her ass get a facial and a washin set
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| I’m in a private jet, but before the deal
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| Hoes was like, «He's all right, but he’s not ill!»
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| You might see me yawnin', four in the mornin'
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| But the party ain’t over
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| Then it’s back to the crib, to cut shorty that’s how we on it
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| The party ain’t over
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| Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty
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| Gon' do what you wan' do, twerk it for me
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| Now get low, shorty work that back
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| Now get low, yeah just like that
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| Now get low
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| Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up, top down
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| Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin' Glock round
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| Nigga this is my town, my block, my crown
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| My sound, peace to my niggas on lockdown
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| They don’t really want that, they know we get it poppin'
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| Six-four droppin', you still window shoppin'
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| I’m ridin' round rockin', knockin', Rakim
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| Slick Rick, Rick James; |
| big stack, big chains
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| I’m so sicker, the flow liquor, you’re broke nigga
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| I toast wit’cha — if ya got a cup
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| Hold your fuckin' bottle up, I really want a model but
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| You can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut
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| I’m just playin', unless you gon' do it
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| You put your back into it, the rest is all fluid
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| Don’t pull that thing out unless you gon' use it
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| Ain’t nobody bleedin', I guess it’s all music
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| Shawty the kush still burnin', Aston Martin wheel turnin'
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| Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German
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| Bottles is still poppin', clubs is still rockin'
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| Feds is still watchin', but fiends is still shoppin'
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| I got vitamin water money like I signed a deal
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| How would you feel if you niggas just got 400 mil' (like me)
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| My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang
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| She let me have her brain, I let her wear my chain
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| I’m on the plane smokin' on that Mary Jane
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| Listenin' to Trina while she run game on Lil' Wayne
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| My Ten-a-Key timepiece shinin' like a light bulb
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| David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug
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| You might see me yawnin', four in the mornin'
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| But the party ain’t over
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| Then it’s back to the crib, to cut shorty that’s how we on it
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| The party ain’t over
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| Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty
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| Gon' do what you wan' do, twerk it for me
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| Now get low, shorty work that back
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| Now get low, yeah just like that
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| Now get low |