| You know I just couldn’t hide shit beneath me
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| Only nigga can take a still picture in 3D
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| If need be, I’m leavin' the party with Cindy
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| It’s gotta be, bo-legged, long hair, Fendi
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| Ninety-nine, I move over to her twin-sister, Medni
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| I spit game like that to get brains like that
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| Butter soft leather seats, it came like that
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| If sex was football, I’d be a running back
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| Get ya on and get low, and I never fumble
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| Make ya throw your hands up when I bring in the zone
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| So if it’s on, it’s on, shit, I’m takin' you home
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| I got my home-dog out, it’s on chrome, long gone
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| She like my bizza, my batlin' dog
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| You Lunatics, that’s what I be sayin' bout y’all
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| I’m not a MD but I’m always on call
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| And I got a safe-way guaranteed not to stall
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| Here we come (Here we come now girl)
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| Come for you (Baby girl, aw, aw)
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| 'cause we be countdown from the sky to tha ground
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| Sippin' Allezey, steady puffin' on a pound
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| Hollerin' «woah nah», slow down, switch it up
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| Mami, don’t front, go down, hit it up
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| I’m like the New Edition, Don, Ralph, Bobby, and Mike
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| Not even Ricky «Rapper» Johnny can stand the rain tonight
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| Is this the end, damn right, I turned on a liking to
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| Vannessa Derrio like over Brian McKnight
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| Said «Oh no», baby doll kissin me and she goin down low
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| People at D.E.M.O., HOT, tell that you a pro
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| Swore up and down you never did this before
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| Whatever, just go slow
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| Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
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| Uptight and ready to fight 'cause I’m the one they women like
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| He think he tight, think he got more game than Spike Lee
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| Runnin' thru his vains like an IV, high speeds
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| Tightest nigga for 5 G’s and Al D
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| Tryna catch my now when my price is low
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| Then 95 digits when the Lunatics blow
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| Another zero for a show, to let you niggas know, now what
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| Here we come (Here we come now girl)
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| Come for you (Baby girl, aw, aw)
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| You see me and my niggas only come out on the weekends
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| 'cause on the weekdays to busy creepin', freakin'
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| Wit' yo rat, now picture that, when she wit you
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| She now speakin' what u weak in
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| Lettin me know that she really been thinkin'
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| About a nigga, even when I’m not with her
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| I’m frosty all year, while you only in the winter
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| My pockets gettin' fatter, your pockets gettin thinner
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| I ain’t payin time so you callin' me a sinner
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| Old Payne, 29, callin' me a young tender
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| Nelly stopped on me, don’t stop when I’m wit her
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| She ready 4 whatever and I ain’t' even bought her dinner
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| I sorted tha game on a bench with splinters
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| Beggin' your coach, let you play for a minute
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| The last seconds of the game, used to weigh in to enter
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| I ain’t gotta herd no drugs no more, I know who tha winner
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| Here we come (Here we come now girl)
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| Come for you (Baby girl, aw, aw) |