| Ride around all day in a skirt no panties
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| So mannish, throws so cabanish
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| South Beach gotcha girl skin so tannish
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| Florida, given u more than her
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| You like it right thurr
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| But the bitch right her (whoop whoop)
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| My ass been fat and I never had a problem with my neck or my back
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| They can’t hang with me, they can’t hang with me, they can’t hang with me,
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| they can’t hang with me (South Beach huh)
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| Naw dogg, im from the other side of the bridge where niggas get killed dogg,
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| for real dogg, boy chill dogg, you better off poppin a pill dogg (Ay Connie)
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| Thats right we on the map
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| First album, first tour and the pre boast rap
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| It’s like every other city we go
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| Travelin' coast to coast, L. A
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| I make 'em holla out my name right before i leave
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| I tell 'em Jacki-O the madame of the industry
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| My enemies got in suicidal situation
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| They ain’t even know the nookie bitch that they was facin'
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| Picture the prophecy with pistols out the paper back
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| Silence the chatter cause we’re poor, we dont even matter
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| Slow down for you wreck out
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| Slow down for you wreck out
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| Slow down for you wreck out
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| Slow down for you wreck out
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| I’m a poe boy soldier
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| Thought i told ya
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| You think Im playin'
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| What you think Im on the road for huh
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| I got shows bro
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| I got a gold bro
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| First week drop want 2million of 'em sold bro. |
| all in the know ya
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| Gettin gold rock
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| Its chess not checkers you heard me
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| Sugary wall. |
| Scott D.A. |
| get Timmay
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| Gimme track, shit i’ll get this back to you in 3 days
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| Hit Rick, tell him we need another one
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| Damn near blew the engine on the other one
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| These hoes dont like me
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| I know these hoes wanna fight me
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| But, somehow someway, we keep commin' up with funky ass hits on the road
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| everyday
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| I can’t really explain it
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| I’m in the industry now
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| Even my enemies fellin me
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| They so into me now
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| Yea B. I come from a different sea
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| I fish scales retails for 'bout two three’s
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| Jacki-O, a gift not a curse
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| Think i’m a itch now
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| Well the rash gets worse
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| Yea, gottem pacin the floors now
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| They gettin ghost writers to save these whores now
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| DAAAAMN hoe, in '98 you had fans hoe, what the fuck happened to you
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| J-j-j-j-j-j-j Jacki-O
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| Because you stoppin my grind
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| Got these sparklin diamonds
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| Top of the line
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| Plus I got remarkable timin'
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| They say I walk aroun like I got a S on my chest
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| It’s just the poe boy piece with invisible sex |