| Yeah. |
| uh-huh, uh-huh-huh.
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| This big 'Ball mayn, P. Diddy and MJG
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| We raw mayn (we raw) if pimp was a drug we’d O.D. |
| (c'mon)
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| Got game for days — betta keep yo' broad away from a nigga like me
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| I likes to play (I likes to play)
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| Drop the top and feel the summer breeze (let's go)
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| I know you can get with that, flippin through the city
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| Bright lights and all my G’s is out here rollin wit me (c'mon)
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| Big trucks, or fo'-deep in a old school
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| Lookin for the hoes, at a club — full of drunk fools
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| (WHAT WHAT WHAT?) Who wanna get it krunk non-stop
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| (WHO YOU WIT? WHO YOU WIT?) Yo chill fo' dem guns pop
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| Official player anthem, say what you drankin shorty?
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| Pop that Henn roll somethin let’s get this party started
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| I roll with Bad Boys (Bad Boy) we like them bad girls (bad girls)
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| Them fast girls, them love to shake that ass girls (shake that ass)
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| Get with me, let’s get a suite, order somethin to eat
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| Tell me things about you (c'mon) and I’ll tell you things about me
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| (Let's go)
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| Sho' nuff ridin, won’tcha come roll with me
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| Come on, roll with me
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| We can put the top down on the highway and feel the breeze
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| We can feel the breeze
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| Baby we can kiss the sky, don’t matter if we never come down
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| We ain’t never comin down
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| Reppin N-Y-C and Memphis Tennessee is how it goes down.
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| (Uh-huh, yeah yeah)
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| Yeah, uhh
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| Let’s blow the roof off (roof off) let’s ride out (ride out)
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| Let’s try to put these city lights out (lights out)
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| Just flow with me (flow with me)
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| It’s Diddy with some niggas that y’all know with me
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| (Who?) Eightball & MJG (that's right)
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| We got it man (c'mon) from Harlem to Tennessee
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| Let’s roll through 'em, how I call it is how I see it (that's right)
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| Let yourself go (self go) the way I keep it real
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| With a smile that reminds you of my Bentley front grill (ehehe)
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| Yes it’s on again (c'mon) to a place near you
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| I’m lookin out my rearview, fresh gear too (yeah)
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| Holla at your man (holla at him) I’m clean and I’m tight (c'mon)
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| That’s all day and night, these shoes fit me right
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| Just bendin corners — know just where you can find
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| Me picture this (picture this) you only have to use yo' mind
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| What you know good (you know good)
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| It’s your world and I’m just in it (what?)
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| It’s just the way that God must have meant it
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| Speak of the man
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| Pimp tyte! |
| M-J-G
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| Fin' to get up on the mic with a passion
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| Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get her ass in
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| For the track, make my money
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| Bring it on back to the middle of the flo'
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| I want the whole stack
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| Plus I, need a little more, I gotta eat a little mo'
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| My seed gotta grow
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| I got a reason to flow, a reason to show
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| What I mean is I go
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| Off like a champ, when I cling to the flo'
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| My twinkies shine when I hit the strip, 'llac dippin
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| Strictly pimpin, as long as tricks invest in women
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| From the Memphis Tenn., to the N-Y-C I’m representin
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| I put mo' spice into yo' life than yo' entire kitchen
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| Big dickin, chokin hoes with anaconda
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| If my pimpin was a drink it’d be a can of Thunder
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| I slang lumber, a spell I keep my women under
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| Through all seasons, they fall winter spring and summer
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| I hit the highway smoked out pistol grippin
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| But I ain’t trippin though I’m high as hell, spaceship’n |