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| 3:40 |
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| 3. |
| 3:25 |
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| 4. |
| 3:00 | 
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Work it out!!
(Chorus: x2) We off the chain Love to swing (who that) Rap Game Do your thing Even if it means flip bricks Even if it means hitting licks, we stack chips (Verse 1) What up though, bout to put a lock on the dance floor My game got game and it easily provoke yours Believe it, Breed been official Ceritified grade A Michigan figure (go figure) Whether in the block or in the river Like my collar pops all By itself with a double shot For the players, Women getting paper y'all Do the damn thing and change on them later listen I'm here to tear up the club like three six all on the floor Like Thats My Hiiiit Or like a junkie with a fix, nonstop and if it ain't poppin' I'm piiiisssed I'm the original numero uno big Breed All I do is club and smoke ooo wee if I doze Thinkin that I can't come up pimp chill It's still very difficult to touch with (Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm a cold piece, dog with no leash Fresh off the streets and hotter than a four piece Big talking, people C walking hitting Harder than Jordan can get the front row coughing I turned it out You ain't gotta let me let the bass drop heavy So I can chase feri my nig Club hopper pop cone doctor B-R double E-D rap stara you dig I got it in me hella flowing never empty The club get it quick spin it like a 20 Put your cell on vibrate and girate with it Put it on and hit the highway with it yea Starting to get packed, line getting longer Time getting shorter my drink gettin stronger now Keep it real and keep that fake stuff on standby Gas up the ride and go hit seventy five (Chorus) |
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| 2:59 |
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| 6. |
| 3:33 |
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| 7. |
| 3:32 |
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| 8. |
| 3:35 |
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| 9. |
| 4:11 |
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| 10. |
| 3:20 |
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| 11. |
| 3:40 |
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| 12. |
| 5:01 |
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| 13. |
| 3:26 |
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| 14. |
| 3:56 |
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| 15. |
| 0:26 |
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