| It seems like, ever since a nigga became multi
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| Every women on planet Earth got their eyes
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| On the kid; |
| they all wanna touch
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| On a nigga skin, they love me so much
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| They all got P on they brain
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| And at the show they do anything to get backstage
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| Just so they can hug 50, and kiss on Banks
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| After we all get a turn, the broads said, «Thanks.»
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| Shit, just last month a nigga wasn’t shit
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| Now I finger pop dimes, with diamonds on my fists
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| Niggaz bringing me they girl like, «You can have my bitch
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| Just help me get down with the G-unit!»
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| Man, little groupies — they make me sick
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| You ain’t getting in the after party unless you’re a chick
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| And bitch, you ain’t getting in the hotel — unless we grip
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| And you’re gonna look fine, plus suck a mean dick (woah)
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| Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
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| You get around girl — I know I seen your face before
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| Turn around — yeah I know, I recognize that ass
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| You was at the last show with your backstage pass
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| Shorty what’s up? |
| You know you wanna roll with a nigga
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| I’m trying to fuck — if you decide to go with a nigga
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| I’ll tear it up — in the tele you’ll be loving a nigga
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| I’ll work that, work that — yeah, I’ll work that, work that
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| It’s funny how a bitch’ll make her way backstage
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| Harder than the politician on the campaigne
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| No games baby girl, gotta do the damn thing
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| Let me see you back it up till you pull a hamstring
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| Face fuck, girl go for broke
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| So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat
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| Then Havoc on the floor
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| I don’t need to get her number — she’ll be at the next show
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| Half-ass dress, smelling like sex
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| Dried up nutt on her neck
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| They don’t call us the master of the tour (?) for nothing
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| We destroy good girls; |
| send them home with pussy soft from fucking
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| Catch 'em in the morning and somebody White-T'd
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| And that’s the kind of bitch that you call wifey
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| She’ll do it anywhere from the tele to the tour bus
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| Here’s the hot line bitch, call us Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
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| You get around girl — I know I seen your face before
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| Turn around — yeah I know, I recognize that ass
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| You was at the last show with your backstage pass |