| It’s ya boy Ne-Yo, we gonna do it like this
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| The Roc is in the building, yeah (It's the remix yo)
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| Kanye is in the building
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| (Yo, the monster don is in the building) we in here
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| (Kanye West is in the building) Ghostface (Your boy getting fat now
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| I got the fat stomach and laid up, eating good now
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| Other girl all stressed out, my girl got the fat ass
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| Shorty mad, pulling her hair out) Haha
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| Yeah, pardon me, if I lost my voice
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| I just got off stage, I’m in Japan right now
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| Sorry bout it…
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| Come through the block, in the brand new Benz
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| Knowing that me and that nigga ain’t friends
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| (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack
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| But you don’t get a nigga back like that
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| Bouncin’around, when I’m up in these streets
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| Knowing that me and that nigga got beef
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| (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack
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| But you don’t get a nigga back like that, no
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| I’m high powered, put Eva Mendez to sleep
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| Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week
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| But, back to you, mad gloss chick, you’re way fit
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| How you have everything in this world and waste it Prince told me it’ll be ok, I’m so sick
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| Like Ne-Yo say, I’m laid back, like neo-soul
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| I holla back at this Creole hoe
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| She from the N.O., but she never told me, and oh so We at the spot to chill, with a Fugee grill
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| So ordered the Kobe beef like Shaquille O’Neal
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| Second I walked in, the whole room got still
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| I don’t know how to put this but, I’m kind of a big deal
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| And she conceited, she got a reason
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| She got her hair did, she got her weave in And I’mma sweat that out, by the evening
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| You? |
| I don’t sweat that now, I got a new
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| Oh girl, I can’t believe you zoned out
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| Played me for this dude, nice shoes and a bottle of coast out Mont'
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| I’m that Don Wilson, first one
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| To put you up six suites in that Resident Hilton
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| Mink coach, colorful stones and big stacks
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| Yeah, I was fucking, but you don’t get me back like that
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| Causing me grief, you know me and homey had beef
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| Now you got me losing my mind, out up in these streets
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| You’se flamingo, showing your true colors
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| Heard ya’ll was ducking down low when you see my brothers
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| But it’s all good, I move from ex to next
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| Got the baddest little chick to sign off of them checks
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| Fat bubble, her body’s like one of the best
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| But I don’t need to say nothing, ask Kanye West
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| She eye candy, smoother than Godiva chocolate
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| And you mad cuz you played ya self, it’s your fault, trick
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| Shot through the heart, the girl caught me Shot through the block, with him shot gun
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| He lucky, I ain’t stop, copped the shotgun
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| Killah type cat, you better be glad, I’m not one
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| Had a couple stars up in my sky
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| She was my moon and my sunshine
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| Dude ain’t even fly, he just some guy
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| You blamed yourself, I’m done, peace, one |