| First things first, I poppa, freaks all the honies
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| Dummies, playboy bunnies, those wantin money
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| Those the ones I like cause they don’t get nathan
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| but penetration, unless it smells like sanitation
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| Garbage, I turn like doorknobs
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| Heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever
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| However, I stay Coogi down to the socks
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| Rings and watch filled with rocks
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| And my jam knock in the Mitsubishi
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| Girls pee pee when they see me Navajos creep me in they tee pee
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| As I lay down laws like Alan Coppet
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| Stop it — if you think they gonna make a prophet
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| Don’t see my ones, don’t see my guns — get it Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it then split it in two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
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| I don’t know what the hell’s stoppin ya
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| I’m clockin ya, Versace shades watchin ya Once ya grin, I’m in game, begin
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| First I talk about how I dresses this
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| In diamond necklasses — stretch Lexuses
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| The sex is just immaculate from the back I get
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| Deeper and deeper, help ya reach the
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| climax that your man can’t make
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| Call him, tell him you’ll be home real late
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| and sing the break
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| One more chance
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| Biggie give me one more chance
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| Verse Two:
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| She’s sick of that song on how it’s so long
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| Thought he worked his until I handled my biz
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| There I is; |
| Major Payne like Damon Wayans
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| Low Down Dirty even like his brother Keenan
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| Schemin, don’t leave ya girl round me True player for real, ask Puff Daddy
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| You ringin bells with bags from Chanel
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| Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel
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| Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell
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| She beeped me, meet me at twelve
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| Where you at? |
| Flippin jobs, playin car notes?
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| While I’m swimmin in ya women like the breast stroke
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| Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke
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| Death stroke — tongue all down her throat
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| Nuttin left to do but send her home to you
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| I’m through — can ya sing the song for me, boo?
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| Verse Three:
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| So, what’s it gonna be? |
| Him or me?
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| We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls
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| The envy of all women, crush linen
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| Cardea wrist-wear with diamonds in em The finest women I love with a passion
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| Ya man’s a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin
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| High fashion — flyin into all states
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| Sexin me while ya man masturbates
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| Isn’t this great? |
| Your flight leaves at eight
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| Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds
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| Lyrically I’m supposed to represent
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| I’m not only the client, I’m the player president |