"Now why ain't you over there where you supposed to be?"
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"The white-trip, Goldie, he tried to off me, man."
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"Let me tell you something now, you listen to me and you listen to me
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closely.
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I don't give a shit about what happened to you, now I want you to get
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yourself together and get back out there and get me my money! Now I don't
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care how
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long it takes for you get out there and get it!¡¦. Now GET!"
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Chorus:
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Yo Big Dubez, what it look like?
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Sporty Thievz, Brando be the crook type
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King Kirk's sideburns be on hook, right?
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We just some niggaz that keep our good looks tight
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We all match
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(Marlon Brando)
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Hey yo where the party at? Blunts copped in Cogn-y-ac
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Girls in the act, like "where the fuck Marlon at? Call him back"
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Ask him where he ballin' at, thats only right,
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goin' thru all the lights, with the bright motor-bikes on the 'pike
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Girls be watchin' all the booming sales
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talkin' 'bout "do my nails and take me to Bloomingdales"
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gassed they ex-males for the Lex ginger-ale
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Playa spinned the Cryst-al, trickin' french fingernails
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Now, Virginia girls keep their hair looking lit up
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Getting' ready for the summer, all spring doin' sit-ups
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My love will make you shake-up, Call your man to break-up
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Have sex all night, and I'll leave before you wake up
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Chorus 2x
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(Big Dubez)
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Honey was bad to death, playin' the far left
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Came in with some nigga, Im figurin' ??par-lef??
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I runs up on shorty, you know bein' a sporty
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thief, I brief shorty on lickin' my whole body
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Spit a hella flame of game, what the fucks my name?
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All it took was a minute to ruin this bitch's brain
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She like "Don't you?", Im like "Yea, yeah"
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"You ripped a- that?" "Yea there"
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So why don't we, you, me, you know?" she like "yea, where?"
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Jack' with lime pieces got me straight like creases
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got rid of my dime pieces, I walked in on Alisha's
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Now honey all facetious, wantin' to skate
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that's when her man popped up, getting' ready to hate
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"Oh, so where you think you goin'?", I'm like "Yo pause, player
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we go way back, I ain't tryin' to lay her"
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I can't see how a player can't see himself getting played
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Getting' hit with "I knew boo since the 10th grade"
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To ease pa', I complemented the bar
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then I hit money with a funny cigar
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With his back turned we broke out, he gotta be burnt
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I got his bitch up in the Radisson, suckin', smokin' Madison
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Even though we bounced I still lit up the place
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cuz when he lit that long Cuban, it blew up in his face
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Chorus 2x
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(King Kirk)
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Shorty in the tight gown, over there in the pink
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threw a wink, almost dropped my drink
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As I stopped to think, it must be the links
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or the glow from the ice, reflectin' off the disco lights
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So Kirk, maybe its your night, so I stepped to her polite
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and tapped her, introduced King Kirk the rapper
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she screamed with laughter, drink splashed, could'a smacked her
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Then my breath stopped
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when I look on my shirt, I bet' not have a wet spot (bitch)
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Love, you lucky, no more to say, lifted a business card laying to EMG,
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and walked away, I don't play
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Playing's for players I'm a mack, type to be in limos jet-black
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Havin' a chat, rubbin' the cat, went over and sat
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in my reserved seats, waiter serving me eats
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I'm observing the freeks, lookin' for asscheeks
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about four of 'em or more of 'em
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then I saw some, told the waiter "Call all of 'em"
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They came said their name and that the club was borin' 'em
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and they was watching me all night but I kept ignorin' em
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I'm just thinking 'bout lurin' em to my crib, scorin' em
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As the waiter started pourin' em drinks, I peeped the whore in 'em
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Later they trapp-ted me happily, sexin' rapidly
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No strategy, actually cousin?, just the mack in me
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N'ahhhmean??
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Chorus 2x
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(Female Singing)
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Hey there, Mac Daddy, if you want me badly
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To hop in your caddy and groooove
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You just have to spend, I'll fuck you and your friend
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Or do whatever you choooose, nowww
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(Sporty Thievz)
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Hey miss sugar ma |