[Hook:]
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Them bally loafers's and them Cardiers
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I do my thing Penny Hardaway
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And if you're knowing where we're going
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Then you'll probably be coming with us! [x2]
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Friday night nice, Saturday sharp
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Edge upon the hairline, side tapered and ball
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Sunday winning in the linen shorts sent from the mall
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Pieces out the dry cleaning stitched seems and all
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And haters ain't ball but this is
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Cars hopin in them
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Mars bite the bishop and the palace like the Pistons
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Peep the way I flipped it
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The color on this one is like them other ones
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But these colors compliment it
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You might wanna catch that later alligator
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Maury I had another coming way before they made it
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Cordless phones on them like it's free activation
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For them homes you wouldend up in the lab for it
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Champion [?], wrap bills in jeans fabrics
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Since we spend [?] these ropes like tennis rackets
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Tennis braclets Andre Agassi tennis shoes and jackets
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Cardier frames and bally's
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[Hook x2]
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I take my [?] out, slide them up the bridge of my nose
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Them Guccis cool, but they are not originals
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Those are like digital clocks
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Mind shots riddle the block 'till it moves up, [?]
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What a loop scooper troopers and khaki suit blazers
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And my braclets do a loop and my wrist like a race, Wait!
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We ain't say grace
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We at Shaw's Crab House
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Everybody got a lobster on their plate
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I get a nice [?], nice waves, wait a minute
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Slice gang, chop it up, slap chop, I'm saying!
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You can't know the roster without playin'
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I'm not Kevin Cosner I'm not dancing with no wolves
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Acting like they should, Peep the [?] Don hoping out that Jeep
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Man the tassels on them Bally's, checkers on the Rally's
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Saying "I don't think they got it like in Cali"
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[Hook x2]
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In my years I sported igloos, Alaskan Ice
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The light bulbs in my jewels show off in the night
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So stay back, star's flow is toxic
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You can catch me in my rolls heavy
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[?]
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Photoshoots in the Sahara Desert Camels and Cardiers
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In the sky facing the half-moon crescent
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Wow, it looks beautiful
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The stars is praising me
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And The Cool Kids, say something wrong they'll shoot at you
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They shootin' stars these ruthless bars got white girls holding their mouths
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Like, "oh my God! No he didn't", give him a bib, cause he keeps spitting
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Lines that's so cold where every word's frost-bitten
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And his man's pulling up in the Maybach
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White linen, three quarter rope, bally's from way back
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With Cardier frames, white gold all around the rim
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Holding their dicks in the club, [?]
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[Hook x2]
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Penny Hardaway
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The Cool Kids |