| Can you hear me?
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| Can you hear me?
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| Party people go doe doe come on come on
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| Now lil' mamma looking like she about to blow like a whistle
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| Doing what she do, when she fire as a pistol
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| Off a super do about two of them thizzles goin' (doe doe doe)
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| She got me hard as a steel toe
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| Make me go in my pocket and pull out my billfold
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| It’s hot as hell up in it but my diamonds is still cold
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| My people going (doe doe doe)
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| I go by Krizz but call me Kali Baby
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| It ain’t another nigga in this world that can fade me
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| People going doe doe stay back for your own safety
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| Come on (doe doe doe)
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| They’re going dumb when you go to The Bay
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| New dance everyday when you go to The A
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| Come to the K and you might wanna stay
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| Going (doe doe) x8
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| After we go dumb, we go doe doe
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| Momma move it up and down like a yo-yo
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| We doin' it fast, people doin' it in slow-mo
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| (doe doe) x8
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| After we go dumb, we go doe doe
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| Momma bounce it up and down like a pogo
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| We goin' DUMB-DUMB, then we goin' doe doe
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| (doe doe doe) x8
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| (E-40 Fonzarelli)
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| If it ain’t about money then you can miss me
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| With all that choo-choo you hollerin' bout talkin' greasy
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| See I go bad on a ho, I’m a mack-aroni
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| Put a ho on the stroll make her sell her monkey
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| When I was born I was dipped in gold and platinum
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| I’ve always being the «what», «there it is» and the «what's happenin'»
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| (THE SHIT)
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| If a sucka want altercations I’ll flattin' em
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| With my Remington rifle street instrumental gun
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| Let a player through come and get a part of this game
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| I’ll show you how to get your money man, claim fame, maintain
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| Like Sick Wid' It, the Strange Music, never going against the grain
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| Gorillas untamed in the mix grinding in the rain
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| In the snow, in a storm, in a hurricane
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| Getting drunk, getting high, smoking Mary Jane
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| With a slack of a truck and a Must-ayne
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| Old school 50, blew out brains
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| 12 stacks in a rubber band, pocket change
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| Live in the clouds I’m always on a plane
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| Everywhere I go, they all know my name (what's your handle pimp?)
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| It’s your nigga 4−0 up outta Valley-Jo
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| With the homie from KC, Krizz Kaliko
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| We’re going dumb like F’s on a test
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| Call me black Superman with the S on my chest
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| Drink your drink up if you have any left
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| Get drunk and go (doe doe) x8
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| Now break it down to floor like you’re cleaning it up
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| Put some Hennessy and Sprite, twist lemon in my cup
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| After we take it to the head, then we throwing it up
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| Way too (doe doe) x8
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| Got the people doing the brand new dance
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| You gotta stand up, lift your hands up
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| You can do it if you ain’t no dancer and drunk
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| Jerk your arms like you try to wear 'em out
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| Shake your head until you dizzy
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| Don’t know what you worry about
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| Now you’re going doe doe and the whole place jerkin'
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| And the freaks get to flirtin' cause they’re actin' like a fool
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| And if you do it like I told you, can’t nobody hold you
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| Keep doing what you do, all my niggas say
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| Kali Baby, the genius Krizz Kaliko
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| The boss E-40 Fonzarelli
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| Tell the DJ to play it again
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| And again and again
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| And go (doe doe doe) |