| (Yeah, what's up?)
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| Lil' Jon
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| And my muthafuckin' nigga
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| (Mac muthafuckin' Dre!)
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| Let's go!
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| It's been a minute since they heard you, Dre
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| (Check this out!
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| Finna get to some pimp playa shit on they punk asses though, you know?)
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| Spit that shit, though
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| Let's go!
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| Ain't no tellin'
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| No tellin'
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| No tellin' what a bitch'll do!
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| Ain't no tellin'
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| No tellin'
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| No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do!
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| Ain't no tellin'
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| No tellin'
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| No tellin' what a bitch'll do!
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| Ain't no tellin'
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| No tellin'
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| No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do!
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| Whole lotta A shit, whole lotta Bay shit
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| If you ain't gettin' hyphy in this bitch, then you're basic!
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| Ain't no tellin' what she did, she ain't say shit
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| I'm on that gas, on mama, got me higher than a spaceship!
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| I got hella hoes and they all gettin' swooped (They all go!)
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| I got a mean in the coupe (coupe!)
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| Gettin' to that new Lil' Jon, Mac Dre shit
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| Gettin' stupid, dumb, nigga, extra lit!
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| She gon' pop that ass, shawty extra thick!
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| And I'mma pop my collar 'cause I'm extra lit!
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| Bring the bottles, do a split, you'll get some extra tips!
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| And if the boppers outta pocket, we got extra chicks!
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| We on stage, perkin' on stage
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| I got two girls and they goin' both ways
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| Asked her where she from, she said "Boy, I'm from the Bay!"
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| Who her favorite rapper? |
| She said, "Nigga, Mac Dre!"
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| Ain't no tellin'
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| No tellin'
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| No tellin' what a bitch'll do!
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| Ain't no tellin'
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| No tellin'
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| No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do!
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| Ain't no tellin'
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| No tellin'
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| No tellin' what a bitch'll do!
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| Ain't no tellin'
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| No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do!
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| Mac named Dre is a big fool, sick fool
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| And if you ain't down then suck my dick, fool
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| I don't give a fuck about a nigga or bitch too
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| I run with a big crew, and yeah, they sick too!
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| As I get to bustin' this introduction
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| Of mind corruption and rhyme seduction
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| I spill and fill brains with game and mo' thangs
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| Like them dope thangs and what that hoe bring
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| Creep on Crest streets, speak on fresh beats
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| Hit the motel, and freak on fresh sheets
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| And wet sheets, is the end result
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| Been killin' on cock since ten years old!
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| See I blend this old game with this new
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| And ain't no telling what a bitch'll do
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| Now picture you in my position
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| Steady getting sweated by the opposition
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| Could you handle all this scandal
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| And keep on steppin' like boots and sandals
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| My handle, is young Mac Dre
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| Silky Slim, is my A.K.A
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| And you know that Bay is my rompin' grounds
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| I mean stompin' grounds
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| But I like the way Rompin' sounds!
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| So I'ma keep it romp-related
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| And if it ain't down with the romp, I hate it!
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| Ain't no tellin'
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| No tellin'
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| No tellin' what a bitch'll do!
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| Ain't no tellin'
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| No tellin'
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| No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do!
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| Ain't no tellin'
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| No tellin'
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| No tellin' what a bitch'll do!
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| Ain't no tellin'
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| No tellin'
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| No t-no tellin' what a bitch'll do! |