| Down south players do they get busy? |
| Well…
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| Them eagles on them spinners get dizzy as hell
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| They keep on spinnin' «beep, beep»
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| As the haters start grinnin «whats up dawg?»
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| They talk a lot but my boys don’t study dem fools
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| Who get the last laugh flossin on em covered in jewels?
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| Way before some rhymin an royalty checks
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| Diamonds was a way a getting more respect
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| Street flava all-star my peers r pioneers
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| Sonny an k dem boys been makin money fo years
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| Makin cash money like m.c. |
| m
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| U been in tha game a minute you’ll remember them
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| Big body chevys, rims, spoilers
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| In an out a town like the tennesee oilers
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| Gals call us but we won’t call back
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| «stak your big ass thinks u all that.» |
| «yeaaah»
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| We came a long way just to be paid
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| And we sittin on top and you know it won’t stop
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| We came a long way just to be paid
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| And we sittin on top and you know it won’t stop
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| We roll up on em «brrrrrrr, buk buk buk, vrummm, vrummm
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| Where’d that big 'ol white boy come from?
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| Aw big dawgs gotta get that money «brrring»
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| «street flava records» girl let me speak ta sonny
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| «whats up man?» |
| «what's on ya mind boss?»
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| «i'm thinkin 'bout a merger» «uh-huh, ya think?»
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| «we murder it»
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| Double s that’s the way i ride
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| South side til the day i die
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| On the rhyme i won’t be denied
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| They be no joke down here where we reside
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| That fast u can be on politics an status
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| Mad, cash like an ass gettin apparatus
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| The baddest gals be with the ugliest men
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| Down for hair an nails who got the most money ta spend
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| Surround sound that shit’s amazin dude
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| But i bring my beat-box on ya block an get rave reviews
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| We came a long way just to be paid
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| And we sittin on top and you know it won’t stop
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| We came a long way just to be paid
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| And we sittin on top and you know it won’t stop
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| Stak’s a bullet in tha bill-board, rockin award shows
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| World tours, take control of record stores
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| Can u see my sales soar? |
| Fo sure, u can’t deny me no more
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| Pack my bags beeyotch, bon jour, i’m on tour
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| Straight clownin leavin mic stands broke
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| Cuz i can put it down with out the lights and smoke
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| Sonny dropped the track and it was straight up butter
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| Ain’t nuthin ta do but count my money, an shoot the magazine covers
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| My team’s supreme, i fiend for green, like a
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| Sweet splittin cheese gittin cream machine
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| So many words come ta ya mind when ya mention mak-million
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| Lyrical genius, got-damn this brilliant
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| So cold-blooded i shoulda been born sicilian
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| Odds on doin what we doin must be one in a billion
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| I played it right late at nite and i stayed alive
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| I been writin erry nite since eighty-five
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| We came a long way just to be paid
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| And we sittin on top and you know it won’t stop
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| We came a long way just to be paid
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| And we sittin on top and you know it won’t stop
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| We came a long way just to be paid
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| And we sittin on top and you know it won’t stop
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| We came a long way just to be paid
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| And we sittin on top and you know it won’t stop |