| What, I just wanna lay you back
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| Nah, you ain’t gotta count my stack
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| Nah, it ain’t goin down like that
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| Damn yo' ass is fat
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| I just wanna hit it, and quit it, if it’s on like that
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| If I ever have to call your back
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| Cause you got a man, and I got a woman
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| But one ain’t enough I need more to keep me comin
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| And I’m, runnin away, cause it’s time to play
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| Nowadays chickenheads all wanna date a DJ
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| MC, sport star, nigga with some mo-ney
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| That means locked down. |
| girl laugh like that shit’s funny
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| I wish some of these broads cooked better than they look
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| Cause nowadays, they get you hooked, overbooked 'til you shook
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| Niggas look, and learn for your own concern
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| These broads heatin shit up on mosh I burn
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| Down in the projects, or even up in the hills
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| Shit’s real, these women want money and deals…
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| Yeah, get paid
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| «Now you know how it is brothers and sisters
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| When two brothers and sisters get to fightin
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| Them motherfuckers get killed! |
| Damn right
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| How they go at your ass for BLOOD!
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| You better damn believe it baby
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| They don’t fight like they’re fightin a stranger
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| No they’re fightin to kill baby
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| And that’s a damn shame, cause that…»
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| Nowadays your boy probably tryin to hit your girl
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| While you tryin to work to buy the ho diamonds and pearls
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| Fo' sho'~! |
| It goes down like the girl on her knees
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| Tryin to please every nizzle gettin drunk smokin trees
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| While you 9 to 5, 'bout to 25 to life it
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| That ho on some sheist shit, cause you find out how trife it’s
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| The way it is, all she wanna do is swallow kids
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| This hollow dip’s out to lunch all up on a trip
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| A nigga like me ain’t even got time for it
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| Cause I ain’t givin up shit unless I want to give it
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| Niggas slave to the grave from the weak down to the brave
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| Smart to the stupid gettin stuck by Cupid
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| Nowadays, clock G’s, ain’t got time for deez
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| Fake dumber than Louise, even though they OOH-WEE!
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| Nowadays, nowadays niggas smile in your face
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| Havin friends is a waste, detrimental like a nigga ten pace
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| Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five…
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| Four… (YEAH!) three… two… ONE!
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| Yeah, uhh, here we go c’mon
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah |