| Respect the game
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| Cuz I got the game
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| Y’all know who I is
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| Weezy coming thru in the bubble eye Benz
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| See me front in back with the wood all around
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| Plus I got that (boom boom) surround sound
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| Don’t hate on me boy if you do (pow) get down
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| Come from under my shirt try to lift you off the ground
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| But on the other hand, I’ma key runner man
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| I got about a hundred coming up with three Hummers man
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| We stuntas man
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| I might stumble across a grand and give it to your wifey
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| And watch how she (*slurp*) on my pipey like a Icee
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| I might be in a Range that night
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| I might be in a Lex watching the game tonight
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| I got a hundred on Kobe, hope he playing it right
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| But if I lose, its cool, that’s some change lil shite
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| That ain’t nothing
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| I ain’t doing nothing if I, I ain’t stunting
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| Hold up, girl be quiet, Lil Wayne coming
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| Slow yo roll lil one
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| You in glady’s bar
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| And Ms. Pat and gray head over there
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| They In the back card gambling
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| At the bar dranking
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| But go head, just be quiet with 'em lil one
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| Broads I use 'em
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| Hatas I bluse 'em
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| My whole front grill is full of confusion
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| Got dammit
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| Weezy pull up in a Porsche, expanded (expanded)
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| The top was to the back, niggas couldn’t stand it
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| Soon as I left the scene, the women vanished
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| I got it like that
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| Got Rolex, blue shit hard to say watches
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| Plus I bought all of my niggas Cartier watches
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| Weezy and his clique leave with forty b-e-atches
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| «Million Dollar Man» baby Ted DiBiase
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| Catch me sippin on some Hen, maybe Covoursier
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| Sammy, Mario, tody Tez, that’s my posse
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| And what
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| You might see me dippin low in a Benz truck
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| Tell yo girl hello
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| I done did her, what you muggin me for
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| Keep playin with me, I’ll put a slug in yo do'
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| Now looky here, young blood
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| Pull yo pants up on yo ass and put that piece of metal up in yo shirt
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| Don’t make me get up out this wheel chair and kick yo ass
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| Now keep doing what you doing
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| Go head
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| Y’all know me, young playa, stomp with the big dogs
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| Play with me boy I give you cancer like menthol
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| Cough cough cough up
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| Got a cat eye Benz on Brabus
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| They call us Uptown shiners
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| Original Hot Boy$ baby, Big Tymers
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| I spit game
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| Get in they head, they be like, «Quit Wayne!»
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| Half hour later, I’m in they split man
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| Hehehehe it be kicks man
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| Let me get real
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| I’ll kill on the battlefield
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| Steal for the scrill
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| I will never leave my clique nigga, I’m to trill
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| I’m a little peepsqueal
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| But I’m a ape in that jungle
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| And if you get it twisted
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| Nigga, I’m taking yo lover
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| I mean I’m raping yo lover
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| Leave her taste in my rubber
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| I’m a playa nigga, I’m a playa |