| Turn the beat up a little bit
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| Got to get that part, baby
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| I’ma do it like this, baby, I don’t give a fuck, baby
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| Yo, yo
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| I walk in the spot and I see niggas standin' 'round
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| So I ask what’s goin' down
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| Got a girl in the back, a blunt in the mouth
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| And a chain on my neck hang to the ground
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| Hey, I said, «How you feel?»
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| Baby, look tough with a gangsta grill
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| I ain’t rich but I pay my bill
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| I’m like Jay, I’m tryin' to drop me a mil
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| My hood trippin', chrome wheel whippin'
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| With all these hoes, you can tell I’m slippin'
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| Shots of Patron, got bird eye vision
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| Even broke niggas wanna learn my pimpin'
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| Yeah yo, let’s be clear
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| You’re unaware what’s in the underwear
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| She said, «Yeah», I said, «Yeah»
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| Pulled the purp' out and put it in the air
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| Ayo, I smell somethin' burnin' up
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| So I throw it up and I put it in the air
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| Tell that DJ, turn it up while I roll it up
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| And I put it in the air
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| Higher, we gon' take it higher
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| Watch me move it higher
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| We put money in the air
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| P-p-put it in the air
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| When I come up in the club, and I see my niggas on the wall
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| And I’m like, «Yo, what’s wrong with y’all ?»
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| Got the girls in the spot, and I don’t care if she a bird or not
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| 'Cause I ain’t really tryna talk to y’all
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| Got a pocket full of stone
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| With a pocket full of bones
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| I’m a class act, I follow with the chrome
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| Lane switchin', got your missus on the phone
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| Baby girl, turn ya head, had the teeth missin' out her comb
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| Look, I want this money off the books
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| Little Kush and a Playboy bunny that can cook
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| You want the truth? |
| Man, you fuckin' with a crook
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| But these niggas want the juice, now they fuckin' up the jooks
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| Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don’t muthafuckin' care
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| 'Cause the green is the only thing puffin' over here
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| So be clear, put this bug up in your ear
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| Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air
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| Ayo, I smell somethin' burnin' up
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| So I throw it up and I put it in the air
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| Tell that DJ, turn it up while I roll it up
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| And I put it in the air
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| Higher, we gon' take it higher
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| Watch me move it higher
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| We put money in the air
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| P-p-put it in the air
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| A dude like me, keep a boom boom in the truck
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| So you hear Doc rollin' up
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| Middle finger in the air to my haters, yo, what’s up?
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| You can tell Doc fuck shit up
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| Hey nigga, I’m so hood
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| My hand on the pump, niggas understood
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| Bitch, I’m no good, I swear
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| Light shit up like Times Square, put it in the air
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| I got a bottle of Patron, I’m the only one that spent that cash
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| But everybody try and get they glass
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| Now we can all have a drink
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| If you trying to put some dough in the bank
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| But if not, ya’ll kiss my ass
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| I need a Cinderella that can give me the loot
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| Better yet, a French vanilla that can give me the scoop
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| Oh yeah, just so we clear, put this bug up in your ear
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| Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air
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| Ayo, I smell somethin' burnin' up
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| So I throw it up and I put it in the air
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| Tell that DJ, turn it up while I roll it up
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| And I put it in the air
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| Higher, we gon' take it higher
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| Watch me move it higher
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| We put money in the air
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| P-p-put it in the air |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hey Zulu, artist - Method Man. Album song Blackout! 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп