| Yup, HOOOO! |
| Yup!
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| Here we go y’all, yeah!
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| Huh, Mr. Porter y’all (you gotta make it bounce)
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| Trick-Trick y’all (cause that’s what’s up)
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| Uh-huh, c’mon c’mon (c'mon, you gotta make it bounce)
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| Runyon Ave y’all (boy, cause that’s what’s up)
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| Good Sqwad y’all, Wonderboy y’all (let's roll)
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| Now money ain’t a problem if you’re rollin with me
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| All you gotta do is make it happen for me
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| And let’s roll, roll, roll, roll
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| Now let’s, now let’s, now let’s go
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| Now ain’t nobody trippin, we just want a relief
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| Bend a couple corners, maybe hit up parties
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| So let’s roll, roll, roll, roll
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| Now let’s, now let’s, now let’s go
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| Yeah!
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| Let’s, c’mon
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| Yeah, uh-huh
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| Ay Trick, you gotta love it!
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| C’mon baby, let’s go
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| It’s 10 o’clock in the AM, I’m feelin alright
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| My folks havin a backyard party tonight
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| Hit the shower for an hour, and brush my grill
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| Call Diezel to make sure he ain’t puttin pork on the grill
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| Call J up, pour Cristal on the Mile, what’s up
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| I need a case of everything that’ll fit in the trunk
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| of the six, huh, maybe I’ll drive the five
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| I don’t know; |
| feel like a kid at the candy sto'
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| Or I might get the 6−3, that sit on 13's
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| With sixteen Cali niggaz know what I mean
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| And it’s all to the green, I gots to hit my stash
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| cause I don’t know another way, I can watch this cash (c'mon!)
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| Yup, I gots to roll through the hood and see
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| It’s some 21 year olds wanna roll with me
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| I’d beat, hop on in, is that yo' friend? |
| She can go
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| Long as she ready to ride, now let’s roll
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| C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon
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| Uh-huh, you gotta love it!
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| Yeah! |
| Mr. Porter!
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| See I ain’t into all of the fightin and fussin and foolin
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| In front of a club, what the fuck y’all provin?
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| You ain’t 'bout your money partner, you ain’t movin
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| When I’m about mine pimpin I ain’t losin
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| How else can I pay for the G5?
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| Wrist glistenin, don’t it look good in the rides?
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| ERRRT! |
| Ladies heads go ERRRT!
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| When they think a nigga is paid
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| Flip flap paint, still look good in the shade
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| But wait, pull a little off a click, little alpha blade
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| And what you say, say?
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| Lil' more for Bugz, Jam Master Jay
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| that, paved the way for us to make
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| a lil' more money than we did back in the day
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| And, word to my daughter T bay-bay
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| Give you a nice and easy for sayin them bulk
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| when really money ain’t a problem if you’re rollin with me, me
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| Yo, these lil' young girls whylin out
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| Told 'em chill, we on the way to my momma’s house
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| Pimped out, placed my right hand on her thigh
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| And the beam from VVS, hit her in the eye like HIIIII
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| I used to think that they was blowin me off
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| Now they takin me to they momma’s and they showin me off
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| Now they momma’s ready to ride, I got the clique Antone
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| He in a, E-S V with 26-inch chrome
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| We gotta, get to this party and crank it up
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| In a six full of ass wanna spank it up
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| That’s what’s up, food and drink with some bad hoes
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| I’m lovin to see 'em steppin with them pedicured toes (ohh!)
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| Today’s the day, tonight’s the night
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| A backyard party and it ain’t no fights
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| Who footin the whole bill? |
| Anybody wanna go?
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| Long as you know that you out for the night, so let’s roll
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| Ladies and gentlemen!
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| I’d like to thank you all for comin out tonight
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| Detroit City, Runyon Ave
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| Wonderboy, Trick-Trick, Mr. Porter
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| Let’s GO! |
| WOO! |