| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.
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| Do it like this though, do it like this though, do it like this though.
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| Make it fat like
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| DIS, dis, UH, uh, HEH, heh, UH, uh
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| HEH, heh, UH, uh, HEH, heh, UH, uh
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| Aiyyo ruff ruff rugged rugged ruff ruff digga Dan
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| Who’s that? |
| The man, I’mma slam it like Bam-Bam
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| The big man, the bigger plan, the nigga jams
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| Quick to figure and I pack Palladium stadium stands
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| Rugged raw, clear the floor
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| R&B hardcore plenty more. |
| been on plenty tours
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| Been in plenty drawers, far from just okey-doke
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| Not into no hokey-poke, although I may drink a Coke
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| Hell no I won’t smoke no coke
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| Steady steady but ready for pitty petty
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| Big and heavy, far from Chevy, so save your gas for Getti
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| Mic check it, microphone check it
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| Watch me wreck it; |
| I’m never half steppin
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| Chorus: various samples
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| Far from a chump, I’m a champ, I get amped
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| When I run through camps, gimme some plaques on the stamp, HEY
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| I need a girl who got plenty trunk, who knows I got ghetto funk
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| Not into blunts but I be on a stunt hunt
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| Got crazy drama, dramatics, big girls in Bahamas are addicts
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| So now they cling like static, dig it
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| I rolled up on some old wonderama type of drama
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| I’ma, comma, big belly punanny momma harmer
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| Bag a cute, so NIGHT troops, I’m all about
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| Two scoops, I cut loose, just me and a few troops
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| To handle static to me is automatic
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| I never panic or stall, I’m gigantic so yes, y’all
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| Uhh, king of the big boys, bigger boys, don’t even matter
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| Save all the chitter chatter, I make em split and scatter
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| I keep em goin for blocks, I never ran from cops
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| I roll with my flock, and get props from dreadlocks
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| I treat a mic like a bad habit, I grab it I gotta have it
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| A funky junkie flippin styles is automatic
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| I freak a beat like a prostitute, I’m always in hot pursuit
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| I’m tryin to get lots of loot, lots of boots
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| Do jungle rocks like a hustler moving crack
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| Like a muscl-er microphone damager handin ya rough like a wrang-ler
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| Sew up cities with girls of pretty, known for the nitty gritty
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| My flavor, is major, you’re itty bitty
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| Chorus: repeat to end |