[Chorus - Snoop Dogg]
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Ma! I think it's safe to say
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You ain't seen a playa lay this way
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Or playa game this way
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Wit a attitude, like - and ya don't stop
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Aficionado, so fashionable
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Wit a confident swagger, international
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Game so tight the girls had to go
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And you don't stop!
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[Verse - Beanie Sigel]
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Hah! sicka than your average
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Money too long can't stash it
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In the closet or the mattress
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Paper, stretch like elastic
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Checks from advances, the bank can't cash it
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So the price for that, never ask it
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Just sign my name or pop plastic
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Hating ass cops wanna harrass em
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Searching for a glock in the pocket of his fashion
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Bitches wit SP stitches on they asses
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And they left breast (yes!)
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Let's get dressed and toast to the occasion
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Cops couldn't page em, flow so amazing, hot like cajun
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You fucking wit the champ
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Pop corks on champ' like I just took the chip
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Nigga took the stand when he coulda took the 5th
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Yeah eat a dick wit AIDs on the tip, keep my name off ya lips
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Not guilty!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse - Beanie Sigel]
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I said I'm sicka than your average
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Keep three shooters like the Mavericks
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Short to the point like Nash is, fucking wit a savage
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Niggaz press they luck, get bucked like ashes
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Three piece suits, linen fabrics
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Three quarter croc, sharper than a pastor
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B Sig bring the light to the masses
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Of these rap bastards, who gives street passes
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One shooting can lead to three caskets
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Jump suits, state boots, at least three stabbings
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You softer than a Reebok Classic
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Folding under pressure when confronted by them badges
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I was taught stay low and keep blasting
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Po only know questions that was answered
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Keep a number on the high price lawyer
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It's five ways now days, everybody saw ya
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge - repeat 2x]
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[SD] Now let's toast to the man, that when he get out
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That he gon do them thangs that he rap about
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A true playa Pha-real (Pharrell)
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[BS] Haters stay out my face
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And know that thing still by my waist
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[Verse - Beanie Sigel]
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Once again I'm sicker then 'em all
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Niggaz see C's start shitting in they drawers
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When I kick in the door, stop the blood clot crying
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Wipe the piss off the floor
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The ape is back, my gate is cracked
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My jumpsuit and my cuffs is off
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Yeah I'm back on them bricks
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Raise your cups and raise your glass
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And let's toast to the boy B Mack, yeah I'm back in the mix!
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[Chorus]
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Don't Stop
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Beanie Sigel |