| One, one, one, one, one
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| One, one, one, one, one
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| Whooo-eee!
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| (Hey, hey you!)
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| Ain’t nothin' for me to come through and shut the club down
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| Walk through the club me and mug haters down
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| Drop a stack at the bar, a hundred Louis thirteen
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| Posted up camouflage down to my feet, feet
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| They lookin' at me like, who is, who is he?
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| I straighten up yo boy, he raised in teh streets
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| My name’s Ramone and you can spell it when I step in your room
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| Take VI, Chevy go zoom
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| I hit the club with a mug so mean
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| Got them niggas like who the fuck is that
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| Then I hopped up out the car so clean
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| Got them niggas like who the fuck is that
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| I’m like right, left, back, forth
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| Yeah I got the money, nigga that’s of course
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| Hit the stage with a b-boy stance
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| The club owner like who the fuck is that
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| Hey, hey, you, you (Get it quick, wanna jack)
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| No way, no way (No slack)
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| Hey, hey, you, you
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| (Get it quick, wanna jack, no slack)
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| Rich Boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack
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| Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac
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| Took it to the chop shop, got the damn top dropped
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| Two colored flip flopped, candy red lollipop
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| There’s hoes in the parking lot but i still got my Glock cocked
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| New money motherfucker don’t you see the big knot
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| Don’t you see the big chain, don’t you see the big rims
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| Wonder who they hatin' on lately? |
| Baby it’s him
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| Candy paint, gator skin seats call me Dundee
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| Pope in your hood I’m the one that you wanna be
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| Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83
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| Ridin' with no tint so the motherfuckers know it’s me
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| Rich Boy sellin' crack, fuck niggas wanna jack
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| Shit tight no slack, just bought a Cadillac
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| (THROW SOME D’S ON THAT BITCH!) Just bought a Cadillac
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| (THROW SOME D’S ON THAT BITCH!) Just bought a Cadillac
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| Rich boy sellin' crack, wanna jack
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| No slack, sellin' crack
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| Wanna jack, no slack
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| What up, lil mama, it’s ya boy Youngin
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| G5 dippin, lui vuitton luggage (ay)
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| Gotta love it, ya boy so fly
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| All the ladies go (ohhh) when a nigga go by
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| Gucci on the feet, Marc Jacob on the thigh
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| She wanna ride or die with ya boy in the shi
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| That’s right, so I let her kiss the prince
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| So boyfriend, she ain’t missed him since
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| And everybody say, I remember way back when
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| And everybody say, I remember way back when
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| And everybody say, I remember way back when
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| And everybody say, I remember way back when
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| And everybody say, I remember way back when
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| And everybody say, I remember way back when
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| And everybody say, I remember way back when
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| And everybody say, I remember way back when
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| With a little bit of gold and a pager
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| (We don’t give a fuck)
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| With a little bit of gold and a pager
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| (We don’t give a fuck)
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| (Hey!) |