| Yo, now nobody party like we party
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| You wouldn’t know 'till you cats see me party
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| I hardly sip bacardi
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| So your clique think a nigga to pretty to sip a mixed drink (uh uh)
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| But chicks think when they see I be a V.I.P. |
| D-I-double D-Y
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| Be the cat that kick back, bring all the stars out
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| Same cat you know bring all the cars out (yep yep)
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| All our street cats buy all the bars out (yep yep)
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| Don’t know whatch’all 'bout but I’m livin' it up
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| Ten mill' yeah, I’m bigger than what
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| So you know on the low when I blow, niggas givin' it up (they got to)
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| They know why everything I touch is so fly
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| Mult-I so I stay swimmin' in cho-chi
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| All day the niggas from New York to Norway
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| My name hold more weight than Broadway
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| You like the way I do the things I do
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| It’s all for you
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| No way to fill my shoes
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| Cuz all I do, I do for you
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| The more cheddar, the more better
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| Ever since I was young I was a go-getter
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| And you should know better to call Puff the coketeller
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| Knowin' I’m a Hummer wholesaler
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| And you should know this
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| I’m a poet, got money won’t show it
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| I’m like Russell plus I got the right hussle
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| Talk slick, I might bust you
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| Watch your manners, I be on the cameras
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| I be the next cat down in Atlantis
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| Or Pacific to be specific, lifestyle too terrific
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| Hop in the van shop when we land
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| Don’t worry bout the pilot chattin' in the Chopper’s my man
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| I ain’t only from Harlem, I’m from the Heartland
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| When I got problems I send in a dark van
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| Cats in the street treat me like a mob man
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| Been number one so much, call me Mr. Chart Man
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| Yo, I tried to hold back, I can’t hold back
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| Y’all could be all that, I want it all back
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| I sat back, let niggas get they dough
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| I played the cut and let niggas rip they show
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| Sip they mo', watch niggas pop they Cris'
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| Cop they whip, brag about they watch and shit
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| But watch this shit, I’mma put a stop to this
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| I got to flip, the v’s niggas pop the shit, come on
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| And I been copped the six, been droppin' hits
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| Been rock my wrist, and flood my dial
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| These haters be hatin, but love my style
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| And ladies go crazy, they love my smile
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| P. Diddy the man push Bentley Sedan, nigga
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| Get money, that’s simply the plan
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| True Chocolate Mack who’s pocket’s fat
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| You wanna rock nigga, rock to that with Bad Boy
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| Repeat 1 while:
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| (Puffy)
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| Yep yep, All Out
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| Yep yep, H World
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| Yep yep, Bad Boy
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| Yep yep, wanna blow
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| Yep yep, I’m a problem
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| Yep yep, can I be
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| Yep yep, Crime Fam'
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| Yep yep, suga suga
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| Uh uh uh
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| Uh uh uh
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| Uh uh uh
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| Uh uh, uh uh (Yeah, we up now)
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| Uh uh uh uh uh (yeah, yeah, true that)
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| Uh uh uh uh uh
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| All Out, we back we back
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| (We gon' see what you could do now cuz we up now)
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| Yeah Baby Stase, Blinky Blink
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| (It's our time, come on, come on, come on, come on) |