It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B
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We can't be touched nigga, can't you see (G-Unit)
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You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thing, you know I do my thing
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I'mma get my drink on and party like it's ok
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Trust me man it's ok, bounce with me in slow mo
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When they hear the kid in the house they're like, "Oh no"
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50 got 'em locin again, they open again
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Got 'em sipping on that juice and gin
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You could find me in the background burning that Backwood
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Styling and stunting, doing my two step fronting
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Now I'mma tell you what Em told me, homey
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Just lose the parental discretion's advised, this is grown folk music
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Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
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It's always off the chain man when I'm around
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I play the block bumping, it was all for the dough
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I get the club jumping, cause I'm sick with flow
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You know it's sold out, like wherever I go
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I jam packed the show man that's for sure
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I got the info you already know
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Man I get it popping in the club, everybody show me love, let's go
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You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
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Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
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Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
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You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
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Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
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Bounce with me now homey let's get into it
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You wanna search me for certain but hurry up cause I'm thirsty
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I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twisting
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In the club today for the chick to go both
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Ways, let me see that ID just for proof
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With the drink til the burn is gone
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Hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
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Before it pop, make em sign a disclaimer
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Try to get me on some Pac shit these tricks will frame ya
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But, in any event, keep fucking with 50 it makes sense
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Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holler
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But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalor
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Now my buddy so gone I can pop your collar
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Now If I don’t say nothin, let me see you swallow
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In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
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In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starving
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So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go
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You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
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Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
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Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
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You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
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Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
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Bounce with me now homey let's get into it
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You already know how it go, I bang, I shine
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I play, I stay I'm going for mine
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I'm young, I'm black, I'm rich and yes
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I'm ghetto than the motherfucking project steps
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I'm cool, I'm calm you looking real stressed
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I'm strapped I'm armed kid, hold your head
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I'm known for gat popping, when I got problems
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I don't run, I just gun you all up
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But we ain't come here to start no drama
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We just looking for our future baby mamas
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With money with face with style and body
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I cook I clean I swear that mami
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Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody
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I go down low, I'm lying I'm trying my best to let you know
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Sugar pop get at P
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The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets
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You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
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Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
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Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
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You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
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Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
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Bounce with me now homey let's get into it |