| Huh huh-huh huh-huh huh huh-huh-huh huh
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| Huh huh-huh huh-huh huh huh-huh-huh huh
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| Huh huh-huh, huh huh, woo
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| Woo-woo-woo-woo
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| Woo-woo-woo-woo
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| Yeah, everybody, c’mon
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| Here we go party people, woo
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| Pull up in the whip, pop the trunk, feel it?
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| Barefoot gorilla baboon funk, ya hear it?
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| Me and my nigga Richie was itchy to meet some women
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| Met some chickens, they was actin so snobby and bitchy, fuck it
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| Pass me the sticky
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| The chicky wanted to leave me with a kiss and a hickie
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| I ain’t wit it but give me a quicky, I ain’t in to doin the licky-licky
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| Even though you be lookin so pretty, I own all of my shit, never 50−50
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| Oodle noodles all 'dose fools never refuse, accuse me for the bruise
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| Chick got a rattling sound, better tighten the screws
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| Runnin and gunnin, kinda stunnin
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| The way we be comin around, slummin, wylin and dollin
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| My nigga Horace kick up a nigga like Chuck Norris
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| Got some other niggas lost way up in the forest
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| Hang you up in a harness, label me and all of my niggas the hardest
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| Fuck around, be the next «Formerly Known As» artist
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| Layed out with a goddess, pretty lilly Adonis
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| Besides all of that, niggas is novice, I make you all a promise
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| The promise is that I’m so dominant and that I am so prominent
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| Captured the whole of Asia as a continent
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| Oh shit, I be comin and tumblin down, rumblin, stumblin down
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| Freaky prophet with unusual musical sound
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| Bringin the ruckus, you motherfuckers be givin me pounds
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| 'Semite Sam, give me the camcorder and a city with plans
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| Me and my fam, hustle and tussle in makin this groove, me and my mans
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| How we gon' do this? |
| (Make them move)
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| Keepin it live (where my niggas is at?)
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| Stackin my paper (put it away safe)
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| Straight buckwild, let me see your hands
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| What we gon' do? |
| (Do it to death)
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| What we gon' do? |
| (We gon' do it to death)
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| What we gon' do? |
| (Do it to death)
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| What we gon' do? |
| (Do it to death)
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| Yo! |
| Pin or a needle, make you wobble or weeble
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| Niggas is feeble, back in the day I used to get money illegal
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| Get some ass, cop a room down at the Regal
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| Hit you wit so much drama make niggas always wait for the sequel
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| Yo there ain’t no equal on how we be reppin for the people
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| Yo there really ain’t no equal…
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| Ask Hillary, met her down on Flatbush and Tillory
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| She killin me, got me crazy, wylin, actin straight grizzly
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| We never made it too far together
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| I left her standin on Franklin and Willoughby
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| Another mystery to me
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| While she still on the corner kissin at me, hissin at me
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| Ignorin these bitches, they’re angry, now they’re riffin at me
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| Vital and critical, literal lyrical, make niggas pitiful
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| Go to the clinical, examine your physical
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| Frightening and enlightening at the same time
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| Get the goods and price them, and doin the heist again
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| You thinkin we would be nice again
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| We on a mission, we don’t need none of your advice again
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| Hold me down BABY, pitter patter, you chitter chatter too much
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| I’mma splitter splatter your blidder bladder
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| Make you spill out your guts
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| How we gon' do this? |
| (Make them move)
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| Keepin it live (where my niggas is at?)
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| Stackin my paper (put it away safe)
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| Straight buckwild, let me see your hands
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| What we gon' do? |
| (Do it to death)
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| What we gon' do? |
| (We gon' do it to death)
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| What we gon' do? |
| (Do it to death)
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| What we gon' do? |
| (Do it to death)
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| Flipmode Squad, hell yeah
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| How we gon' do this? |
| (Make them move)
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| Keepin it live (where my niggas is at?)
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| Stackin my paper (put it away safe)
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| Straight buckwild, let me see your hands
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| What we gon' do? |
| (Do it to death)
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| What we gon' do? |
| (We gon' do it to death)
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| What we gon' do? |
| (Do it to death)
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| What we gon' do? |
| (Do it to death)
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| Ayo, Flipmode Squad, hell yeah
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| How we gon' do? |
| (We gon' do it to death)
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| How we gon' do? |
| (We gon' do it to death) |