| Ay yo, we was chillin, on the low
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| Yo in Vegas, this was at the Magic Show
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| Had my PNB clothes and my West Coast hoes
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| Get me at the airport, I’m at the MGM
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| Smoke Swisher Sweets and Zigs and Zags
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| Drinkin Brandy straight, out a tall ass glass
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| They call em Maurice’s, I’m wit E-40
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| Mack-10 yo and that nigga W. C
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| Yo in the lobby of the hotel, it’s off the hook
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| They got no more rooms cause the shit all booked
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| But last night I’m wit Wesley Snipes
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| Gettin drunk in Cheetah’s just feelin aiight
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| I had to bounce early though, gotta catch a flight
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| Told Wes, «peace» gave a pound to him and his peeps
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| I had to bounce in the limo, get somthin to eat
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| Ay yo, I’m bouncin in the limo gettin somthin to eat
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| It Go…
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| Cocaine business controls America
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| Illegal business causin hysteria (4x)
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| On my way to the airport, the limo drive
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| And then this cat pulled up in a pure white five
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| He said he hate me and he wished that I’d die
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| I rolled the window down and I said what’s up
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| I said fuck you, then I rolled the shit back up
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| I paid it no mind, just drove off tough
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| And then the driver said to me, yo they followin us
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| Now I’m a little scared
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| But I’m still prepared
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| I’m like one deep wit one gat, nigga I’m here
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| Then I thought to my self, yo I’m near LaGuardia
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| Let me cut through the hood and have my niggas just body it up
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| Have my niggas on the block playin the cut
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| Call em up, when you see the white five fire it up
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| At this point I’m poppin shit, knowin I got it
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| «Come On Motherfucker!!!», out the sunroof I yelled
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| Hopin these niggas still follow me and still don’t bail
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| It go…
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| Ohh (what, wha-what, what) Ahh
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| Ohh, that shit is gangsta, Ahh
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| Ohh (what, wha-what, what) Ahh
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| Ohh, that shit is gangsta, Ahh
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| My niggas was on the block like I planned
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| They hit the passenger side up and killed his man
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| I hopped out the limo and just spinned around
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| Hit the ground, my niggas tried to hit the clown
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| I said chill, he say he wanna see me die
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| So let me hit the nigga up, blow him kiss good-bye
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| Adios!
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| Now I just gotta be ghost
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| I gave my niggas a pound, and then I just hand em the toast
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| The limo driver got scared and tried to bounce on me
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| And yo besides the heat, I had an ounce on me
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| Bullet proof vest feelin like an couch on me
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| I called the hood cab, oh-5, came real fast
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| I had to bounce real quick, get up off da ave
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| And yo motherfucker that’s what I did
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| Ay yo, I still hit the airport and caught the flight kid
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| To all the haters, it don’t even matter cause we still got doe |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Consider This , by - Kelis. Song from the album God's Favorite, in the genre Поп