(feat. K-Rino, Slim Thug)
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Huh
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[Verse 1 - Scarface]
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You see a nigga with his game tight, money with a name like
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'Face (Face Mob), havin his way, the homie did his thing, right?
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You just a peon, the type of bitch I'd pee on
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High sidin a nigga, rollin in a Neon, now what the fuck was she on?
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I'm "Prime Time" bitch like Deion (yeah)
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I Spinks on a ho like Leon
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And you are just a castaway, so get your ass away
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Instead of fuckin you, I'd masturbate
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I shouldn't of had to wait, I think you blew your big chance
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You rejected when I asked about the eighth grade dance
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Now I'm big time, like my homeboy Randy
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Plus I'm pushin a Porsche with drop top panties
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It's just like candy but I ain't hammy
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Yo ho, so yo, ass can't hand me
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Shit, fuck your cell phone bitch, you can keep that
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Broke, you ain't know a motherfucker, where was she at?
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[Chorus - Female]
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I think I remember you, from way back when, but how can I be sure?
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That's so long ago and since then we both have grown
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But look at you, you're amazin
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What's so, crazy, I know how niggaz do
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'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are
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[Verse 2 - K-Rino]
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Listen, in high school with the females, I was rarely selected
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I got rejected by the ones the damn nerds rejected
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If I wore a shirt Monday, this is true, I ain't lyin
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By the end of the week you probably saw it two more times
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I was discouraged by the microscopic size of my bank
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But stayed constantly motivated to rise in the ranks
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I used to be a bottom feeder, lowest man on the totem
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But I showed a mass like the transit sit on my scrotum
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Gettin fed by my music and it's all clean work
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And the used to be prom queen is a Walgreens clerk
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I would dream about bein with ya, wantin to kiss on ya
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Now I let my damn bladder bust before I piss on ya
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Me and 'face second to none, makin records for fun
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You thirty-seven at the strip club gettin naked for ones
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But I ain't trippin, you can hit the room with me, it's fine
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And when I bust one on her chin, I'm like "clean up on aisle nine!"
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(yeah)
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[Chorus - Unknown Female]
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I think I remember you, from way back when, but how can I be sure?
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That's so long ago and since then we both have grown
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But look at you, you're amazin
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What's so, crazy, is I know how niggaz do
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'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are
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[Verse 3 - Slim Thug]
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Thugga, huh
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A (Bitch Ain't) never been (Shit) to me
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I've been screamin that since "Chronic" popped back in '93
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Back when I was broke in the hood on my ass
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I couldn't get away when the bitch drove past
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Now a nigga seein cash so fast, things change
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Same bitch askin for a ride in the Range
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Lookin at a nigga strange, 'cause I ain't tryin to entertain
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Conversation about her becomin my main
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I'm like "bitch, you must of fell and bump your brain
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And think you fuckin with a lame, nope not me mayne
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I ain't got shit for ya, matter fact, I don't know ya
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That's all I'm a show ya, 'cause that's all a nigga owe ya
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Used to be fine, big titties and behind
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Had a few kids, now your belly bigger than mine
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Stomach lookin like you had a fight with a lion
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I ain't fuckin with you bitch, move around"
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[Chorus - Female]
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I think I remember you, from way back when, but how can I be sure?
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That's so long ago and since then we both have grown
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But look at you, you're amazin
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What's so, crazy, is I know how niggaz do
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'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are (they are, they are ...)
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Who Are They
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Scarface |