| I got the ghetto grooves guranteed to make your shoes move
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| Through the dance floor
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| What you came for? |
| Actin' like ain’t know
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| That I flows, everything over? |
| knocks?
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| With the peep by the pound
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| And the ice cream shop
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| They finally drop the first lady off that No Limit tape
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| And I’ma ??? |
| flows baby, think I ain’t!
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| You can’t see even if you had a bird’s eye view
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| Or bifocals, these mind vocals just goes
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| On and on, you know you can’t resist
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| So let your head knock back and look foward to this, Miss
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| Biggest Momma with the? |
| rhyme-a? |
| and Prada
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| Fly known rigotta and my ice just gotta
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| Light up the room like Vegas
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| Been by my papa, ever since my flight that China white
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| Peelin' wit' the steel, recognize the real
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| Better rimes and bring skills I will
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| Keep it locked, word to my moms dredlocks
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| Some nights I just wanna set the party on top
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| Wit' P and the Ill Na Na, unified hip hop
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| Mo' chedda as long as the party don’t stop
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| We don’t care if the party don’t stop
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| Got nothing but time so let the beat knock pop
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| Bangin' to the east |
| Shakin' it to the west
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| Throw it up northside
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| And the south gonna handle the rest
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| There ain’t No Limit to this game I spit
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| 36's on 55, I got money to get
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| It’s the Ill Na Na wit' the Big Momma
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| Now I’m the Big Poppa, I mean a Big Dada
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| I used to make my money hustlin' and bustin' wit' gats
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| Now-a-days I get money for bustin' rhymes and raps
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| I got the cocoa and cream, not the kind that steam
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| Cause it’s crispy and clean
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| Cristale and green, uhhhhh!
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| 600 wit' that 28 inch will
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| Word is 50 wit' no dollar bills
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| Pearl presidential wit' that big and ???
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| Tears on our backs but they still can’t handle
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| Independent black owned and I’m 'bout it 'bout it
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| That’s why No Limit is rowdy rowdy!
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| Uhhh, you know dat na na don’t fake none
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| Millions by the Mason
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| Shit, money I’ma take some
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| Ask P, he know that Fox gettin' nasty
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| Little sassy ass,'bout it 'bout it
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| Hoes know I don’t play that free shit
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| Make 'em lick my shit hard
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| Then leave that nigga with his dick hard
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| Huhh, you got to work me to hurt me
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| And when I’m bored fuck around on how you jerk yours |
| From NY to NO
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| Niggas know they my hoes, bringin' my doe
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| Wanna floss wit' me in the front seat of your 3
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| Hunderd Benz-do, watch us work them ends though
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| Baddest bitch with that multi platnuim clit
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| Peep this, don't let a trick fuck you and I heard you? |
| licked?
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| Ice Cream Man
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| Wit' the Ill Na Na and this Big Momma
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| That’s why the party don’t stop |