| Aiyyo Swizz check it out
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| I’m shoot over to Cali, na’msayin? |
| Check this movie out
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| Then I’mma check honey out
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| Then I’mma fly back to N.Y., see what’s goin on in the projects
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| Then I’mma shoot down to Atlanta
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| See how it’s goin down in the Dirty Dirty
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| Then I’mma shoot over to New Orleans, Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, Miami.
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| I’m on my way to Cali to see my bitch (say what?)
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| I’m on my way to New York to see my bitch (that's right)
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| Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch — now
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| I don’t know, what you’ve been told
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| But I’m on my way to Philly to see my bitch (say what?)
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| I’m on my way to Texas to see my bitch (that's right)
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| Down in Miami done seen my bitch — now
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| I don’t know, what you’ve been told
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| But I’m on my way to Cali to see my bitch
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| And do a movie but first I gotta read my script
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| After that I get it poppin at the La Mentage
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| I’m gettin skull in the Ferrari, bottom garage
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| Then it’s back to N.Y. to my project bitch
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| She like to do it anywhere, a real hardhead bitch
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| And she enjoy riffin when I’m gone
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| But love when I say I’ll be there in a minute, listen for the horn
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| I’m down in Atlanta to see my bitch
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| She go to college, she model, and she got chips
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| Rock La Perla lingerie
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| Tattoo on her ass that say that this belong’s to Ja'
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| Now I don’t know, what you’ve been told
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| But 'Kiss be blowin they mind and spendin they dough
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| And I’m goin on a lil' trip, I’ll be back
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| Anybody lookin for me, just tell 'em that I’m
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| I’m on my way to New Orleans, for one whole month
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| To see my shorty in Magnolia, she got gold fronts
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| We don’t kiss; |
| matter fact I only hit that once
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| But she chill and she like to smoke big fat blunts
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| Then I’m swingin through Detroit to see my boo
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| You think you got every color mink? |
| She got two
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| And she just slapped a hundred on the toy
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| Honey was a gangstress for real, gettin money off the board
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| Then I’m hittin Chi-Town, soon as it die down
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| Lay up in my chick’s house, break a couple pies down
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| Nobody can do this but 'Kiss, freeze.
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| . |
| music please
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| Ahh, where was I? |
| Oh yes
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| Off to the Valley so I gotta go West
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| My chick got the gold Benz and the gray Lex
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| I hit her with a shirt on cause she got fake breasts, c’mon
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| That I’m on my way to Philly to see my bitch (yesss)
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| She talkin shit on the celly like she that bitch (yesss)
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| And this how you know it’s definitely real
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| When you drop the CL-6, then you knock Stephanie Mills
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| When I get there, she gon' show me more than some brotherly love
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| Top piece 'til I cum in her mug
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| I’m tryin to leave and she givin me hell
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| Told her bend over; |
| I’mma crack that ass like the Liberty Bell
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| Now I’m on my way to Texas to see my bitch
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| I oughta be there by breakfast if I leave by six
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| And ain’t nuttin stoppin Ja'
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| I’mma get the puss, catch the Rockets game, then be on my way
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| Now I’m down in Miami to see my bitch
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| She got her own beauty salon, and she strip
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| I’m proud of the girl, backside’s out of this world
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| The bitch perform; |
| besides that, her lips was warm, c’mon |