| Hey you guys
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| Hey you guys
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| Chic-a chic-a dobe dobe dobe dobe
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| All the children went to heaven
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| Won’t be back 'til ten after eleven
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| Are you ready (ready)
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| Are you ready (ready)
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| First there was the weed sack, coppin' and chillin'
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| Then came the cocaine, robbin' and stealin' (stealin')
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| I said I dropped more pounds then maternity wards
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| And got the gold chain from the gudda awards Yup!
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| We like that trunk knockin'
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| Roll by them ladies jockin'
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| We blazin up the bad
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| We got them baggies in our pockets
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| Y’all know we drinkin somethin'
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| We know your thinkin somethin'
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| Makin your windows rattle
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| Turn the corner hear me comin'
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| Let’em know that you ain’t nothing to be messed with
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| Bring the fire every time get that money don’t quit
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| Grind off shine off make it happen
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| Get it get it
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| Lives large come hard
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| If you gonna spit it, spit it
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| (Repeat hook)
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| I rocked the living room the first day I started walkin'
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| Was rhymin spittin flames the first day I started talkin'
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| Had the class and the teacher bouncin in kindergarten
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| Then I slapped her on her ass she said I beg your pardon
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| I said get get get get get it girl
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| One of these days I’m gonna rock the world
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| Just give me a crayon and give me an A on
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| Everything I do with a ground to play on
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| We’re on a whole nother, no love for under covers
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| I had you suckered since I busted out my father’s rubber
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| Give me ball caps and sneakers, fresh in some jeans and t-shirt
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| Still got them children dance, lookin' like they havin' seizures
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| Kiss my acrobat my soda crack my B-u-t-t-y butty whack
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| Yo ma', yo pa, yo gritty granny with her hose in a panty
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| And a big behind like Frankenstein rock the beat down Sesame Street
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| It’s your turn know let’s get it on
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| Rock that thing ‘til the break of dawn
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| Ya-ha-hi ya-ha-yi Ya-ha-hi ya-ha-yi
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| Ya-ha-hi ya-ha-yi Ya-ha-hi ya-ha-yi
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| Ya-ha-hi ya-ha-yi Ya-ha-hi ya-ha-yi
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| Ya-ha-hi ya-ha-yi |