| Yeah, yeah yeah
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| Uh huh
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| I’m gonna do it again
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| And again and again and again
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| And again and again and again
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| Won’t stop, it can’t stop
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| Won’t stop, can’t stop
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| Double Up, Bad Boy
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| Double Up, H-world, it’s not a game
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| You know, no matter where you go
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| There’s no duo that you know
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| Get loot though, and still love the chulo’s
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| We talk more spinnin' girls our coolo
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| Than any other members and you’re part of my new dough
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| Get where mad cats live and pray
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| I don’t like where I’m at? |
| Call a Lear, get away
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| Y’all lay away, I pay and get today (Uh huh)
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| Things you save for, I probably give away (Yeah)
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| And with Puff? |
| Who woulda think
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| Plain Jesus piece, diamond Cuban Link
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| Salvation Army when I’m through with the mink
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| I buy the whole bar, my crew don’t even drink
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| (Don't even drink)
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| We do sets behind the 'neck
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| That’s my Denale right behind the Lex
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| Like girls that find their sex get all kinda respect
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| When I’m 40, I’mma get all kinda checks
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| You want us do it again? |
| (Yeah)
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| Cuz we can do it again (Uh huh)
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| You want us do it again?
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| All you gotta say is do it again (Do it again)
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| You want us do it again? |
| (Yeah)
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| Cuz we can do it again (Uh huh)
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| You want us do it again?
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| All you gotta say is do it again (Do it again)
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| Spend big, you spend a little
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| So I take what’s big and you take what’s little
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| I bring a full stage straight up the middle
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| Girl too tight? |
| Break the middle
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| Now, why be the illest if your money ain’t the realist?
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| Mad cats hate on me, mad girls feel it
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| Cut a chick off, let Mase mess wit' her
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| Pre-nup these girls so I’m never stuck wit' her
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| Wanna coup our group nine eight car
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| Doin' 20 in a Bentley even wit' out a radar
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| You minor, I’m major, I don’t play par
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| I’m a shining pay star with diamonds from Quasar
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| Peep all your script, I don’t wanna pay y’all
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| Let me tear wit' my kids, it’s what your days are
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| How the f you duck infrared laser
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| So my sympathy goes out to the lady that made y’all, yeah
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| Yo, marchin' around the world and met no man
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| That had ice like Frosty the Snowman
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| And though my name Mase, what does it mean?
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| Dolla sign, no matter what I do, make C.R.E.A.M
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| Out of famine steak greens, Miller A-teams
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| And grew up pretty cuz my pop got great genes
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| I hold it down now that B.I.G. |
| gone
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| I hit butt naked and then keep my kicks on
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| I don’t get my Cris on, I throw a brick on some young bad chick
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| That lolly probably flipped on
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| You better get goin', you wanna live long
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| Can’t nobody protect me like my tres cinco siete
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| If you front, you’ll just read about it next day
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| I’m that cat you know you got killer respect
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| Stay out my way if you’re feelin' my threat
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| You’ll know it’s real when you face feel a Gillette
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| And I come through the club with your deal on my neck, come on
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| All Out
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| All Out, Bad Boy
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| What
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| All Out, All Out
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| Let’s go
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| Repeat 1 until fade |