[Intro: Mr. Porter (Trick)]
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Yup, HOOOO! Yup!
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Here we go y'all, yeah!
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Huh, Mr. Porter y'all (you gotta make it bounce)
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Trick-Trick y'all (cause that's what's up)
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Uh-huh, c'mon c'mon (c'mon, you gotta make it bounce)
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Runyon Ave y'all (boy, cause that's what's up)
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Good Sqwad y'all, Wonderboy y'all (let's roll)
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[Chorus: Mr. Porter]
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Now money ain't a problem if you're rollin with me
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All you gotta do is make it happen for me
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And let's roll, roll, roll, roll
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Now let's, now let's, now let's go
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Now ain't nobody trippin, we just want a relief
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Bend a couple corners, maybe hit up parties
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So let's roll, roll, roll, roll
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Now let's, now let's, now let's go
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[Mr. Porter - over Chorus]
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Yeah!
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Let's, c'mon
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Yeah, uh-huh
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Ay Trick, you gotta love it!
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C'mon baby, let's go
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[Trick-Trick]
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It's 10 o'clock in the AM, I'm feelin alright
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My folks havin a backyard party tonight
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Hit the shower for an hour, and brush my grill
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Call Diezel to make sure he ain't puttin pork on the grill
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Call J up, pour Cristal on the Mile, what's up
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I need a case of everything that'll fit in the trunk
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of the six, huh, maybe I'll drive the five
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I don't know; feel like a kid at the candy sto'
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Or I might get the 6-3, that sit on 13's
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With sixteen Cali niggaz know what I mean
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And it's all to the green, I gots to hit my stash
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cause I don't know another way, I can watch this cash (c'mon!)
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Yup, I gots to roll through the hood and see
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It's some 21 year olds wanna roll with me
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I'd beat, hop on in, is that yo' friend? She can go
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Long as she ready to ride, now let's roll
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[Chorus]
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[Mr. Porter]
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C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
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Uh-huh, you gotta love it!
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Yeah! Mr. Porter!
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See I ain't into all of the fightin and fussin and foolin
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In front of a club, what the fuck y'all provin?
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You ain't 'bout your money partner, you ain't movin
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When I'm about mine pimpin I ain't losin
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How else can I pay for the G5?
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Wrist glistenin, don't it look good in the rides?
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ERRRT! Ladies heads go ERRRT!
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When they think a nigga is paid
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Flip flap paint, still look good in the shade
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But wait, pull a little off a click, little alpha[?] blade
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And {"HUH? WHAT?"} what you say, say?
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Lil' more for Bugz, Jam Master Jay
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that, paved the way for us to make
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a lil' more money than we did back in the day
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And, word to my daughter T bay-bay
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Give you a nice and easy for sayin them bulk
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when really money ain't a problem if you're rollin with me, me
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C'mon!
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[Chorus w/ ad libs]
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[Trick-Trick]
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Yo, these lil' young girls whylin out
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Told 'em chill, we on the way to my momma's house
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Pimped out, placed my right hand on her thigh
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And the beam from VVS, hit her in the eye like HIIIII
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I used to think that they was blowin me off
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Now they takin me to they momma's and they showin me off
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Now they momma's ready to ride, I got the clique Antone[?]
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He in a, E-S V with 26-inch chrome
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We gotta, get to this party and crank it up
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In a six full of ass wanna spank it up
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That's what's up, food and drink with some bad hoes
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I'm lovin to see 'em steppin with them pedicured toes (ohh!)
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Today's the day, tonight's the night
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A backyard party and it ain't no fights
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Who footin the whole bill? Anybody wanna go?
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Long as you know that you out for the night, so let's roll
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[Chorus w/ ad libs]
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[Outro: Mr. Porter]
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Ladies and gentlemen!
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I'd like to thank you all for comin out tonight
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Detroit City, Runyon Ave
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Wonderboy, Trick-Trick, Mr. Porter
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Let's GO! WOO!
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Let's Roll
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Trick-Trick |