| Well connect the mothafuckin dots then! |
| Shit, went to r&r
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| Picked up an s-time Ducat 200 at the gate and bounced man
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| I dozed off on a bus & had a dream with no name
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| And people crowded around me till I found out what’s game
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| And game said
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| (I came to this country without a passport
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| But many of you got me I can’t be seen but if you believe in me
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| And respect me and continue to fly with me properly
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| I’m a see that it comes back to you ten fold!)
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| I said yeah ok well I’m a pimp-and-a half & I know it so I formed 10 toes
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| Look for lies! |
| Misconduct is at an all-time high too
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| Ya owe it to yourself to know it for yourself I say this like I play this; |
| cool
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| I walks this walk -in a real way- & I’m nothing short
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| Of astonishing so tell me where they buried the survivors & we’ll talk
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| The truth is the truth, now go on down
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| You need to be takin care of them kids & buy that boy some juice
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| Y’all gone make me an-gry
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| Enuff, to smoke
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| Me a square
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| Smoke me a bowl, ya
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| Y’all gone make me an-gry
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| Enuff, to burn me
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| Some wood, & by me
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| A drank, heee
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| Ya need to go get somethin, either that or go runnin down
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| Innerstate 10 east-west into oncoming traffic until you hit somethin
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| You need help man you how many of these hoes don’t like they self?
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| Every 5 minutes she in the mirror hopein she change into somebody else
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| She lookin for instructions man she wanna stand up for
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| A pimp like a flagpole all-year around if she can though
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| And she don’t mind if it rain but you drive by
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| Pick her up, thinkin feelin sorry for her gone make her leave this game
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| And y’all video pimps & studio players take heed
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| These fans ain’t stupid potna so leave this part to Suga Free
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| I’ve been checkin traps since I was 17 years old
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| And been frosty like this to work my bitch cause I feel cold
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| Don’t get mad baby, being pregnant don’t keep no man
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| And if I see you you better run as fast as you can!
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| Ay man you lettin these hoes get away with murder
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| Reckless eyeballin, starin at niggas in traffic gone make the pimpin hurt her
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| Y’all gone make me an-gry
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| Enuff, to roll
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| Me a joint, smoke
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| Me some weed! |
| ya
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| Y’all gone make me an-gry
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| Enuff, to get me
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| Some head (breathes heavily)
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| Bitch get out the street, toot toot beep beep Your name
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| Must be couch cause you can’t do a damn thang standin on your feet
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| You ain’t gon burn me baby, I’ll fire yo ass
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| So fast it’s nothin to a pimp it never faze me
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| Sometimes I kick back & chop it up with myself
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| And get relief, cause this pimpin’s extremely therapeutic
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| I’m on top of this world thick, Suga Free don’t get nothin
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| Out a square freak man cause I ain’t no trick
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| See I don’t understand y’all language, I never could
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| Like if I kicked it with you for a minute it would be all good
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| It is what it is & ain’t no doubt about that
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| JUST LOOK GOOD DOIN IT, & keep them suckas off yo back
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| See it’s an everyday job to be an ice-cold pimp
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| But I’m a natural so don’t you ever try to compare me to him
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| So keep YO nails filed, YOU stay groomed let RiRi
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| Do yo hair & watch you bouncin & behavin with prostitutes
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| Y’all gone make me an-gry
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| Enuff, to roll me
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| A joint, smoke me a
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| Bitch
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| Y’all gone make me an-gry
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| Enuff, to go to
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| CV, and get
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| My shit YA!
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| Y’all gone make me an-gry
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| Enuff, to wind up
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| In ya hoe, & put her
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| On the stroll! |
| Ho!
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| Y’all gone make me an-gry
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| Enuff, to file
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| My nails, & make
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| Me a call |