| You love it when it’s like this, we deep over there
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| The dice games, the car shows, broads everywhere
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| New paper freakin' me off, my workout’s mean
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| Spending hours in the 'cuzzi, clicking channels on the screen
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| Miss Chin, full body rub, hosted that snub
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| Got a mob of thugs, shirts off, dancing through the club
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| See, the ladies keep touring, the Cris keep pouring
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| I’m Iverson at the two guard, automatic scoring
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| Want a woman that’s doin' it, got her own stash
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| Some Halle Berry, Salli Richardson, Stacey Dash
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| Come to all Venus' tennis matches, full linen suit
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| Next to Lisa Les, some WNBA loot
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| Slide a few mommies on a plane, sippin' coladas
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| Wrote half the album over the sands in the Bahamas
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| Gotta hurt some things, wanna live like kings
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| Come sharp for the playoffs, the race for the rings
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| It was a Friday night, all the ladies rump shakin'
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| The place start quakin' and everybody makin'
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| Hot beats for the street, let everybody know
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| Pete Rock is on the on the beat box
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| And every jam that we rock, we rock it non-stop
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| Represent, show love every time we drop
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| Cash in for the wins, my man, he likes skins
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| CL, he’s back up on the block
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| We the hottest thing moving right now, screw y’all
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| Let it get money, and watch what it do to y’all
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| Play to win it all, sweeping anybody, ya heard?
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| Spottin' one of my pretty toys, moving up 3rd
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| Make a right down 7th Ave to 4th Street Park
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| Feelin' the whole ghetto vibe and set my mark
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| Like the first time wifey let you taste the snatch
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| Holding three carats, platinum, with the Rolly to match
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| I do it to be the best, money’s nothing to me
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| Got it all and want more, how hungry are we?
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| The streets made us officially, flash or lay low
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| Meet the undisputed king of the volcano
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| Picture my team, living this American Dream
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| All in my theme, lovin' how it picked up steam
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| Wanna count my cake by a calculator, fool
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| And add ten to twenty thick ones, loungin' by the pool
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| It was a Friday night, all the ladies rump shakin'
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| The place start quakin' and everybody makin'
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| Hot beats for the street, let everybody know
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| Pete Rock is on the on the beat box
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| And every jam that we rock, we rock it non-stop
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| Represent, show love every time we drop
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| Cash in for the wins, my man, he likes skins
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| CL, he’s back up on the block
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| Put it down like I was born to do it, made to live it
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| Paid to spit it, custom fitted, watchin' me get it
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| Want the nice legs, 'nuff kitty, stay driving something pretty
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| Cozy in a duplex, overlooking the city
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| Slick heels wit' yo' toes showin', sun dress, wind blowing
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| Catchin' plenty like that, feel the way it’s flowing
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| We can party all night long, baby, they understand
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| Deep down, you know I’m really just a one-woman man
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| You ain’t bigger than the next steak for eating your Wheaties
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| I’m into sweet cigars, suntans and wet bikinis
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| Off to sell-out crowds from the magazine page
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| Out the tunnel in the studio, to bring it to the stage
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| All sexual to hit y’all gutter, high velocity
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| Dames wanna taste it for the sheer curiosity
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| It’s strong and it’s real, plus it lives by the code
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| A multi-million dollar project in ass-shaking mode
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| It was a Friday night, all the ladies rump shakin'
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| The place start quakin' and everybody makin'
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| Hot beats for the street, let everybody know
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| Pete Rock is on the on the beat box
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| And every jam that we rock, we rock it non-stop
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| Represent, show love every time we drop
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| Cash in for the wins, my man, he likes skins
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| CL, he’s back on the block
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| Mecca and the Soul Brother
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| In the house
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| (repeated and scratched)
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| Pete Rock… CL Smooth… Pete Rock, CL Smooth, 2000… |