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Sound of a car driving on a busy street*
Taxi Driver: Alright sir which side of the street would you like to be on. Patron: Yeah that one. That side right there. Taxi Driver: Yeah okay. The taxi driver is heard pulling over to let the man out. Taxi Driver: Okay that will be four ninety please. Patron: Yeah yeah here's five dollars. Keep the change. Taxi Driver: Oh fuck you! The car door slams shut and the man is heard walking. Box Office Worker: May, I help you? Patron: Yeah, ah, can, can, I have one for Little Kim. Hardcore. Box Office Worker: That will be ten dollars. He hands her money and then walks through a door. Box Office Worker: Fuckin' weirdo. *Lil' Kim's Big Momma Thang is playing in the background* Concession Stand Worker: Yeah, may I help you? Patron: Yeah, ah, can I get a small order of popcorn, and ah, ah, a large order of butter and just like a lot of napkins please. Concession Stand Worker: Butter? Anyway, am, will that be all? Patron: Yeah, ah... Concession Stand Worker: That'll be six-ninety-five. The patron hands another bill over. Concession Stand Worker: Ah, man, why this shit so slimey? Patron: Huh! The patron is then heard walking from the concession stand into the screen room. Lil' Kim and a man are heard moaning and having sex. Porno music is heard in the background. The patron unzips his zipper. Five seconds later and a splashing noise is heard as the patron begins masturbating. Patron: Yeah. Yeah, baby. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Come on, baby. Yeah. Yeah. Mmm. Yeah. Yeah. Kim. Come on, Kim. Come on. Yeah. Yeah. The moans from the screen and the splash sound from the masturbating patron continue. Patron: Yeah. Come on. Kim. Kim. Yeah. Yeah. Work it, bitch |
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I used to be scared of the dick Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me take it in the butt. Yah, Jazz whah I got land in the Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thing can't you tell by the diamonds in my rings that's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one and another one, and another one, and another one 24 carot nigga, that's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga word to Shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh don'tya like the way I roll, and play wit' my pussy tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy Is it marriage <Damn, this bitch is bad> baby carots <Damn, I love that ass> shit no, on a dime shit is mine, got to keep em comin all the time Why? Lil Ceas Chorus: repeat 2X killahs be quite my nigga bring the riots tough talk tough walk that shit is tired you wanna be this queen B but ya can't be thats why you're mad at me Verse Two: Hoes think I'm foul call me the bitch shitter the lyrical gonna take a miracle like Denise Williams bitches get ill, by the 6 shoota gunz we got a lotta, you can't see me not-a-lot want it raw dog well you best to see Poppa get your tit's licked, wouldn't it be glourous if you you give head to Notorious, then say my crew <check it> you just a wanna be down wit my clique, bitch just a dick suckin nasty ready for some ass let me stress the tattoo on your breats B.I.G., your rockin my property, P.Y.P. play your position know I got ya wishin you neva started dissin plus I give head better than you pussy get wetter than you, fuck better than you I dedicate this song to ya ass like R. Kelly and that twin Pac up in your belly Chorus Verse Three: saw a nigga whwh, pussy greases up stack da skeeza, keep em knees up what da fuck stay chillin, pack a million Geneva diva yeah, I throws it down lay around clown the clock steps for no one never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one better of wit da Playboy magazines uh, fuckin wit da Don pussy tease, here's three for takes yeah I ride crate state to state Lieutenant then it takes mad dimes, from New York to Anaheim While you day dreamin wine, I just keep gettin mine <and I'm> and I'm married to this Y'all our strategy misses still planin wettins mafio also deadins all that bullshit any type of threatens to pull shit unh, ooh yeah who shot ya, huh who knows but they gotcha unh, fed up, uhh wet up uhh maybe next time keep your head up Chorus |
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Heh, heheheh I got, no time for fake niggaz Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (say what?) I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he-heh) ( |
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| 5:35 |
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Baby I missed you
I missed you to. I waited a long time for this. So why you aint come see me, no commisary or nuttin. I aint wanna see my bird in no cage. But im ready to take care of you now. Now, after three years, three muthafuckin years, nigga you know what (gun cock) Hasta la vista, bye bye, kiss ya kid its the gangstrasis, what u think this is nigga calm yourself, its just a little robbery you got strickin with the poverties callin me call me sunshine, pussy spread like the rainbow, spectaculous, miraculous i practice this for a livin like the budhism yom yom rain ge ki ask tina, nuttin got shit ta do with me and you or the 44 under the pillow what the deal do, i like to play while im workin and thats for certain, keep jerkin, i aint done with you lights, camera, curtains, in a second the show begins, invite your family and friends they gots ta see this or they wouldnt believe this, u got stuck and left naked with a hard penis. chorus x2 It dont take nuttin for you to love me baby it dont take nuttin for you to love me if you're feelin like i do then i know you want it too it dont take nuttin for you to spend a little doe. i heard about the carjacks and all the contracts out on me, by your man big d stink gucara i bought his life for 3 g's then some watches, then wet him like galoshes no need to be mad they already gone, him and your hit man had somethin going on we caught him done at the Shark Bar up in Mark's car you know the place where the willies are always frontin in they ??? sippin dom p's and cristies i remenesce how it used to be on the run from police we bust shotties out of mazaradi's bloodie bodies |
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| 0:46 |
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[Guy]:
Damn baby Can't believe you bagged Lil Kim. [Biggie]: Oh yeah that bitch on my dick man. She see my Benz roll on my dick fuck that bitch. [Guy 2]: Word? [Biggie]: I'm a knock her ass. But yo yo you should fuck her homegirl though. [Guy 2]: I want to I want to man. But that bitch want some eatin pussy shit yo. I'm not tryin to fuck with that kid. [Guy]: Yeah but the other one. The little short one with the fat ass. [Guy 2]: Where? [Guy]: Thinkin right there. I'm think I could put it in the ass. [Biggie]: I'm a tell ya'll something. I'm a fuck Kim. I'm a take her up in the room. [Guy 2]: I want that one right there. [Biggie]: With the ponytail? [Guy]: Yeah [Biggie]: Yeah fuck her fuck her. [Guy 2]: I'm a fuck her good. Take that! Take that yo. [Guy]: No doubt. [Biggie]: We gon fuck the shit out these bitches. [Guy]: I'm gon take that out right now. [Biggie]: We gon fuck the shit out these bitches. [Guy 2]: That's anal right there. [Biggie]: Anal? [Guy]: Anal baby. [Biggie]: Fuckin anal. I'm don't give a fuck. |
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| 4:36 |
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Undeas (uhh... uh-huh) Lil' Ceaser (uhh... uh-hah, Queen Bee) Uhh (uh-huh, that's me) Uhh, check it (Lil' Kim) Verse One: Lil' Cease Yo I be buyin em V's, so all my girls be eyein Cease Comin backstage, dyin to get pleased You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen While you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage While you walk the street until your feet get calloused Take you on a natural high, like a pilot It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad When it's all over put your vote in my ballot It's my diner, I'm Mel, and you're Alice Spend a night, in Lil' Cease palace It be all good as long as you don't act childish While you standin there with the Crist' in your cup If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh Hook: Notorious B.I.G. I know you seen me on the video (true) I know you heard me on the radio (true) But you still don't pay me no attention Listenin to what your girlfriends mention He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak Got a different girl every day of the week It's cool, not tryin to put a rush on you I had to let you know that I got a crush on you Verse Two: Lil' Kim Aiyyo shorty, won't you go get a bag of the lethal I'll be undressed in the bra all see through While you count your jewels thinkin I'ma cheat you The only one thing I wanna do is freak you Keep your stone sets, I got my own baguettes And I'll be doin things that you won't regret Lil Kim the Queen Bee, so you best take heed Shall I proceed? (Yes indeed!) I'ma throw shade, if I can't get paid Blow you up to your girl like the Army grenade You can slide on my ice like the Escapade And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade Who me? Not you, oh yes, who's he? I even dig yo' man's style, but I love yo' profile Whisper in your ear and get you all shook up But don't blush, just keep this on the hush Hook Verse Three: Lil' Cease, Lil' Kim While you tryin to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's All chrome D3's, decked out TV's CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced Don't be fooled by the baby face I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot Only one plan, that's to rise to the top I told you before, when I first pursued I want a interlude, in the nude You know I love the way you feel-a, sip my tequil-a Works from the dealers, all in chinchila Heat up the clutch, seven-fifty deluxe Then we speed down the hutch, breakin trees in the dutch I'm not the one you sleep wit, to eat quick Want a cheap trick? Better go down to FreakNik You got to hit me off, buy this girl gifts of course So I look slick, in my six, with my Christian LaCroix Hook (repeat 4X to fade) |
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| 4:21 |
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[BIG] Never a flaw [Kim] A different kind of high [Kim] Yaknow feel me on this huh uhh Ladies and gents Your dopest host presents extravagence in the ladies' frame leavin cum stains Niggaz remain in awe when I brought a Dillinger Throw it to ya jaw uhh Never a flaw Never before have you seen such magnificense in the black princess yesss Flow's phenom I'm the bomb diggy Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me Call us the Gabbana girls We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us Trust, niggaz lust Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route Feel me out uhh, I'm used ta hangin wit boosters, in the best name brand with the in-sane clan, man listen My position is lieutenant Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy Freak it arabic style, sha-muck-daha-steesy To please me you got to be well off Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby (repeat) Uhh, to my niggaz that trick a little To my bitches that suck dick a little While they niggaz lick the middle, I'm the Don y'all High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear Yeah, enough glorifyin Lyrically electrifyin, bitches by lyin bout the clothes they be buyin Some stores won't even let you whores in Til I begin to embarass that ass and get crass Kim surpass, all crews Bitches still drinkin booze I sip Cristal and Landcruise Recieve all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars Slick nigga, I'm stickin you Baby Pah, uhh Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach like the bag, the Prada mama Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana Chorus Inhale this, clench your fist Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus Can ya, picture this Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams cause ya fiend for a toke My crew tote Tocques and mink coats On the cell with the boat What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin yours Boring huh, I'm warnin ya Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch when I fuck with scratch and sniff Now I stacks the shit, practice it So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah! Chorus |
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| 0:50 |
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Damn, boo, you see honey right there? The little one, yo
Oh, yeah He ain't got no...nah, look at his shi...nah, he ain't got no cash No, fuck that that chain probably B.I.G. chain Hell yeah, you know Biggie's got the fuckin' dollars Yeah, for real You know, let's set that nigga up Nah Yeah Only way you get that motherfucker is with some ass, yo That's the only thing he want now Suck his dick, he probably like that He like menage-a-tois Runnin' pockets, alright? You know Until that mother fucker be asleep or some shit like that, right? Yeah, yeah, let's do that shit Nah, there go the other one Sayin they always let the motherfuckin dumb niggaz hold the cash You know what I mean? You know Little Ceas, let's get that nigga Nah, I'm, I'm scared'a dat nigga You know he look... Biggie gettin' ass on a regular basis. But, so what You never know, yo, let's just try that shit, yo I'm goin' for mine yo, fuck that |
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| 4:39 |
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Gimme all the rhythm and blues niggas then rock the shots of liquor they
make me cum quicker rub between your belly like jelly R.Kelly you think you ballin but your body's callin free fallin all in fuck the bumpin and grindin have you jumpin and whinin while I'm climbin i be doin groups like Troup body rockin H Town or Horace Brown watch out now Baby face can pay da rent and cook me five meals what the deal on that Prince cat he be lookin kind of fruity but he can still eat the booty Brian McKnights tight Joe is lookin kinda slow and oh what about D'Angelo I want some of that brown sugar and what watch this rap bitch bust all over ya nuts like Chorus: Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R & B dick (dreams of fucking and R&B dick) Dreams, dreams, dreams of fuckin and R&B dick I fuck mike sta flyway fuck dem LaDae cats and one on dem resemble Craig Mack I need a New Edition I need some Men of Vision pussy eatin position to go to shower pissin I made my Intro getting fucked in the Pinto now Im skin deep in da Lexus Jeep peep da Queen sista if I would fuck wit Mista they'd be lickin blackberry molasses out my asses Jason who da fuck time ya wastin I got no patience for little dick tastin I'd rather go Solo so I can get some Heaven and be the fuck out After Seven All for One and One for All I swear to God I'd never fuck with none of yall and if ya Immature than Im out the door I'm on fire gettin head by the Harlem Boys Choir. Repeat Chorus I couldn't find a mall with Kenny Lattimore Montell Jordan ain't scorin Tevin Campbell niggas like to shamble make him an example with this pussy sample her we go you didn't know Joe was my hoe Tony Rich my bitch I got the 112 nuts to bust so just open wide and when Im done give me a high five. Repeat Chorus You can touch me and tease me as if my name was Case We got to drink a pace for me to participate don't playa hate you didn't school with me Im icin Bryson that dude down with Groove Theory Repeat chorus til fades |
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Yeah....uhh
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s Land ya'll Where loyalty is everything[thunder sounds] The M.A.F.I.A. forgives but never forgets Let me tell you In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land where there's one rule One clan yess man face around It's like stakes and pans All 'em wanna be the man Right hands wash the left hands Loyalty's priority in this fam Where life is initiated ain't no givin' it back Once you in it like Bennet You'll soon be Lieutenant Like me,the Don Juan that Evon The sweat-a,the money gett-a Coppin' mad chedda,see! ??? wondering how I got in this position One dya Frank was fishin',for competion,expedition Number one,his name is Barry Modaddo Pushin' fat molatto,'96 ?miss? this Cost ya ?barizono? I lay gently in the Bently Through binacular,he seemed popular Givinchi socks,cartier poolates H-class rocks and choms like Bohimians Sick like lukimeans,receding hair lines Watch how geniune,it's gold mine Recline while Frank pops the wine I cocks the nine,niggas peep it from behind And slipped they clips in with One chick down with,pull ???? for shit Tried to play Big Poppa,don't worry Minutes before I drop her,the blah! blah! blah! They wanna roll me,the bitch violated So how you like it,coffins or cremated Yeah,you know what I'm sayin' chorus: There ain't a day in my life that rolls by That I don't get high,sit back and won't cry I used to roll hard with tons of bitches But now it's just me and my niggas,whah (repeat) Street murders,thug parasites We officialno fake gators Coppin' fire arms with dug missles We leavin' scare tissue That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut Mob nigga what!threw the gang sign up The nigga chuckles,this niggas loot On my belt buckles and cracked his middle nuckles Damn,I could've dealed for a couple mill We go to such a ballet and throw our whole shit off balance But still,they backed me down from all angles Trapped inside the devil's triangle Like Bo I had to ?dangle? And movin' to slid up on these Mexicans One cross eyed and hunchbacked The other must be mixed with black The third nigga had missin' teeth and tatto tear drops Long hair,chest for like a bag of rocks I pulled the shots I grabbed the keys to the lots,the jewels and the rocks The cream in the box,etc. etc. etc. and it don't stop I got away with everything,the cash and the stash chorus: So now I'm titled Mission acomplished,my man was a stounch He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air Stinkin!I know what this nigga thinkin' Damn she's too little,too pretty,too fired The bitch is hired,mob's wife for life Diamond heist with Trife,contracts on your life We increase the price,uuhh So guess who the bitch iz,but for now I be the mistess chorus: It's just me and my niggas,just me and my niggas Whah,just me and my niggas (repeat |
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| 4:10 |
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Yea uh fuck that yo I want some pussy tonight I think I wanna fuck my bitch Goldie and shit Only because she got some money for me and shit I think about fuckin her And go fuck my other bitch that live in fuckin big houses I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do but check it How you spell cash? C's and some hash At last a nigga kickin game full blast How you want it, diamonds or dime-elles Jansport bookbags and bags from Chanel And seebeeaki, smellin up my Kawasaki Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey Clock me workin real hard for a nickel He drive a tricycle and his pants too little And his shoes too little Won't you get with the clique with the big ass dicks That make sure your kicks fit The real shit, true, balla pack steel shit The nigga with, the movie and the mill shit Mass appeal get me in the clubs for free So all you got to do for me is just Make your way to my king sized bed And lie on my pillows and my Gucci bed spread Keep the pussy out the other man's bed Just gimme some head, gimme some head Chorus: Ceas: If you aint suckin no dick we don't need it, we don't need it Kim: If you aint lickin no clits, we don't want it, we don't want it Ceas: If you aint drinkin no nut, we don't need it, we don't need it Kim: If you aint lickin no butts, we don't want it, we don't want it [Lil' Kim] Some bitches do and some bitches don't Ride a dick until he brush it I know I won't Niggas cum too fast for me A waste of a good dick if you ask me I like a nigga like to put his back in it If it's a weave fuck around and pull a track in it All I get, few strokes that's it This bomb ass shit's got your cigarettes lit Who me, forced to use plan B, masturbate, play with the pussy This nigga here bust off snorin He straight, I knew this date would be borin I wanna wake him up to do his duty Nigga use that tongue, click the booty, click the booty You wanna steal the pussy like a thief Now I'm twistin lips without the teeth So I could bust a nut or two come clean like Jeru Goodnight to you too boo Chorus [Ceas] Nine out of ten women, want to spit, on the skin of Blake Carrington But I need much more to get raw, dick to jaw, dick to jaw You drinkin' babies, don't wanna hear baby stictly (yes boo) Well if he cum up on your chest slow If not then your not down with me Little Ceasar, Van Clef, or B.I.G. Capone, Nino, or Bugsy Don't ask Kim for a date, she want her pussy ate Chorus |
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| 4:32 |
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I know a dude named Jimmy used to run up in me
Night time pissy drunk off the henny rimmy I didn't mind it when he fucked me from behind It felt fine 'specially when he used to grind it He was a trick when I sucked his dick Used to pass me bricks credit cards and shit Suck him to sleep I took the keys to the jeep Tell him "I'll be back " go fuck with some other cats Flirtin' gettin' numbers in the summer hoe hop Raw top in my mans drop Then this homey Jimmy, he's scremain "Gimme," Lay me on my back, bustin' nuts all in me After ten times we fucked, I think I bust twice He was nice, kept my neck filled with ice Put me in Chanels, kept me out nice Cold suckin' his dick, rockin' tha mike It was somethin' about this dude I couldn't stand Somethin' that coulda made his ass a real man Somethin' I wanted, but I never was pushy the motherfucker never ate my pussy Chorus: I don't want dick tonight, eat my pussy right Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim, bring it to me now I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q Had a wild crew on Flatbush and Avenue U Had a weedspot, used to pump African black He used to, seal his bag so his workers wouldn't cap I used to see him, in the tunnel, with fuckers at dawn Whisper in my ear he wanna get his fuck on I dug him, so I fucked him, it wasn't nuttin' He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't, I aint frontin' The sex was wack, a four stroke creep I jumped on his dick, rode his ass to sleep He called next week, askin' why I aint beep him "I thought your ass was still sleepin." He laughed, told me he bought a new Path Could he come over right fast and fuck my pretty ass? I'll pass, nigga the dick was trash If sex was record sales you would be double plat The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me Downtown taste my love like Horace Brown Tryin' to impress me with your five G stones I give you ten G's nigga if you leave me alone, screamin' Chorus The moral of the story is this You aint lickin' this, you aint stickin' this And I got witnesses, ask any nigga I been with They aint hit shit till they stuck they tongue in this I aint with that frontin' shit I got my own Benz, I got my own ends, immediate friends Me and my girls rock worlds, some big niggas Fuck for car keys, and double digit figures Good dick I cherish, I could be blunt I treat it like it's precious, I aint gonna front For limp dick niggas, that's frontin' like they willy Suck my pussy till they kill me, you feel me? Chorus |
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Sound of people talking in background*
Hater #1: Hey yo Hater #2: Whatup baby? Hater #1: That little stink ass bitch Kim them little snake niggaz man I don't like that bitch I can't stand that bitch Hater #2: Yeah I see that bitch Hater #1: That's my word yo that's my word son But yo on the real though the bitch do be havin some cheddah and the bitch be rockin some ice Know what I'm sayin? Hater #2: I'm sayin, I see it Hater #1: I be seein her floatin with little niggaz here now and then, know what I'm sayin? Hater #2: What, them little bitch ass M.A.F.I.A. niggaz? Hater #1: Yeah, them little faggot ass niggaz Hater #2: Them niggaz pussy, kid Hater #1: I swear to God, if I ever see them niggaz rollin down Gates Avenue I'm gonna lay one of em on the strength You know what I'm sayin, you know how we roll baby Hater #2: No doubt Hater #1: But, am, yo what's up, you wanna get this paper or what? Hater #2: No doubt Hater #1: Cause they, I'm sayin, I know they sweet You know what I'm sayin? You know how they get down Know what I'm sayin? Hater #2: No doubt Hater #1: I'ma hold them niggaz down, one a them niggaz move a inch, I'm lacin em straight up and down, I'm puttin one in they cabbage Hater #2: No doubt let's make it happen, kid Hater #1: Aight |
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