| Short Dog’s in the house
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| You know it’s the same all the way from Oakland to Memphis
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| Hoe’s hella freaky man
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| But you know what
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| They always trying to front
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| Play the role like they ain’t
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| But you know what baby you could be undercover with it
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| You know why?
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| Cause I know you a freak, beatch
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| Bitch call it quits and get the fuck out the line
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| Saw my viper, hit the salon and lost your mind
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| You come in T-shirt and jeans not really looking my best
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| Because the diamonds they grade and my presidential Rolex
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| Sending me gifts and shit trying to be my baby
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| Buying me mink’s and shit trying to be my lady
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| Trying your best to make your way in my life
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| Take that mask off ho
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| You’re undercover freaky for life
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| You sacrifice to get what you want you do what you gotta
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| What’s the dilly young really you’re the perfect man hader
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| Flag capper
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| A girl that used to be lazy
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| Officially turn me on my stomach and I damn near went crazy
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| I’m not the type and never been the kind to brag on my sex
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| I’m giving credit where credit is due, you damn near the best
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| I found out later that your game was strictly undercover
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| But found out early that your mouth do the best work under covers
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| For those that be lying through they teeth I can see it
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| You claim you a virgin but you a freak and I can feel it
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| You play in the game were you get killed if you cheating
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| You after these pimp niggas (?)
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| Bitch please, just think, concentrate before you complicate
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| Matters with that chitter-chatter
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| Your talents no challenge
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| I have mastered, can tell by the twitching in your hands
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| From this back massage got you full of (?)
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| For this act, trust in my bed, think I misled
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| Bitch I ain’t heard much of what 'cha said on the phone
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| So I suppose ho
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| I’m the myracist vocal
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| We just a choke hold, just a lethal hold
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| Out the truck
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| Busta see ya
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| An undercover on the dubba always trying to charge a brotha
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| Call me late night, spark a Philly
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| R-Kelly, I jack the brother
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| Coming from the pit of Memphis
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| Hypnotize medallion glisten
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| Ho don’t play the role like you a (?)
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| Cause I know you trickin'
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| Check yo boy identify
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| The one that used to struggle stride
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| Leave, you need to check the ride
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| Fifty thousand round our sign
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| Businessmen not business junk
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| Break a case to keep 'em crunk
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| Heard my niggas run a train they said you funky like a skunk
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| You know these hoe’s don’t phase
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| Never could play me
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| I got the game memorized from A to Z
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| Square ass ho, think I don’t know
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| What 'cha, what 'cha gonna do when I close the door
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| Say no, I don’t think so beatch
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| You know you all about that freaky shit
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| Never hesitate to make a nigga cum
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| If you’re anywhere around I know I’m gettin' some
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| That’s the only way
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| Face on the mattress
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| Call me daddy while I hit it from the back bitch
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| Is she freaky
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| I’m fuckin' with her
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| Save that 4 corner shit for them other niggas
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| Actin' square, playin' the role
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| Knowin' you a average everyday ho
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| You need to stop tryin' to be sneaky
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| Cause all the homies already know you’re freaky
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| Chorus (fade to next song) |