| Geah
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| Check it out
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| C’mon, c’mon, hey
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| C’mon, uh
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| I said c’mon, hey
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| (Half Ounce in the house)
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| We’re smooth on the West Side
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| (Check it out)
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| Nigga hoes back in the house
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| (Check it out)
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| Who’s got paper?
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| But I shoot boxes
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| Plenty of cash to straight floss from the gate
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| You ain’t seem grabs this green
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| Plenty of cream kingpins unsolved the scheme
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| I got my eyes on you
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| Geah, you want to ??? |
| down from here to shoot
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| Got a crew
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| But you stand out
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| Miss thing wish I have X-rated vision to peep the G-strings
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| You know what I mean
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| Keeps the shit real live
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| Benz 'round town in a 3−25
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| Cheques in your coat and float to the arena
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| ??? |
| taps me on the shoulder, Tony have you seen her?
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| Let my Gators through the snappin'
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| Crystal sippin', drops along, geah baby what’s happenin?
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| Hear me, see me
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| I could, uh, be your geenie, any wish comes true
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| Be my boo
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| Anything you want, anything you need
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| Anything you want, anything you need
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| Mr. Tony will deliver til your ???
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| Diamonds to chronic bud, oh yes indeed
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| Anything you want, anything you need
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| Anything you want, anything you need
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| We’s be’s the pimps
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| Independently hustlin' while you work in your stuff
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| Keep your condo pay so you work at MC Gruff
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| 9 TO 5 paper chasing, geah, I can dig it
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| With your 15 hundred dollar brims and your fixed up ???
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| No trips to the clinic
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| But it straight trips to the club
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| With your head hooked up, short skirts straight throwin' up love
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| Mr Tony know the game ain’t playin' nice and soft
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| G’s around ya in a circle talkin' about take that shit off
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| Damn niggas, swingin' on a players boss
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| Peeps tha Coup, hits me up with a fucked phone call
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| I be’s the black desperado
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| Five carats with the golden ??
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| Gang of parrots, me and you
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| King and queen of the hill
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| Means the fat links, captain inch nail
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| Get down like you live and that’s no joke
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| Gang of ??? |
| to poke with the endo smoke
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| Times is hard
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| And I can see you’re a lil' rebellious
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| Now your homegirl kicks the rumours
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| In a way too jealous
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| Just can’t stand to see ya
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| With a nigga with grip
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| They swallowin' too much dick tryin' to give you some lip
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| Not trip
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| It’s too much gossip on the phone
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| Need to tell 'em ho’s to find some dick on they own
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| What’s wrong?
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| Same old song gettin' a boo
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| Drops your back on the block with no more packs to loot
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| Snatch back the dollar to diamonds
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| Necklace sales
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| Versace ?? |
| to Armani dressers
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| No more sippin' Crystal anymo'
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| Drop a C-5 hun' with the phone
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| Leave me alone
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| Cause that’s the problems nowadays
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| These greedy-ass ho’s workin' these ways
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| Tony’s no phony, got G’s on next
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| ??? |
| spend my cheques
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| (Outro)
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| Geah
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| (Late nite hype)
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| C’mon c’mon hey
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| C’mon c’mon hey
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| (Late nite hype)
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| (Check it out)
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| We’s be’s the pimps |