[Young Buck]
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ATL, shawty! (G-Unit!)
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Young Buck, Youngbloodz
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I'm talkin' dirty, wit' bout 80 thousand in my mouth
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I'm stompin' through this bitch, movin' 'em in, and shippin' 'em out
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Breath smell like Hennessey, my clothes smell like weed
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ATL & Tennessee, I'm right up the street
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In the club where the thugs be, it be hard to breathe
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Sean Paul said we gon' bust they head before we leave
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I brought so good wit me, and I got my hood wit me
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Cadillac'n all through College Park, I'm talkin bout wood grippin'
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Dirty South, they bullshittin', you can't ride on them down here
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Niggaz can damn well fit inside their rims round here
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And our hoes drop it down to the ground like they supposed to
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Or fuck a nigga whole crew, anytime we roll through
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Young Buck and Youngbloodz, we came here to show you
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Just how to start a fight and what that Grey Goose and dro'll do
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Snatch me a ho or two, niggaz know howe we do it
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Ain't nothin' change, you know the game, it's G-Unit!
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[Chorus One: Young Buck]
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Totin' guns, rollin' blunts, Gettin' crunk - That's Me
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Switchin' lanes, grippin' grains, Got them thangs - That's Me
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Swervin Lex, Servin X, Countin' stacks - That's Me
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Cook it up and bring it back, That's a fact - That's Me
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[Chorus Two: Sean Paul]
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Stay fresh, white tees, sharp crease - That's Me
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In the Chevy grippin' grain, drippin' paint - That's Me
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In the club, 'bout drunk, stay crunk - That's Me
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Represent the A-Town, best believe - That's Me
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[Sean Paul]
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Now on the realer, I'm a hell of a nigga
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Like when I was down in that 'Cedes Dealer came out a winner
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I'm a big bank flipper, purple syrup sipper
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Stuntin' ass nigga, cost my thunder for some spinners
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Don't you see the chain and watch, bitch, we chillin' like December
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Finna change the weather when I stick it out the window
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And I don't want no sack, mayn, don't give me that ever
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And if the price the lo'-lo', then gon' give me two mo'
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Give me two-lo, when I ride out with two hoes
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One dark skin, one light skin, wit two though
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Let the top down and let them hoes hair blow
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Fired up some dro, this like ridin on two fo's wit' two hoes
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[Chorus Two]
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[Chorus Three: J-Bo]
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Stay slizzard on Patron, Herringbone - That's Me
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In the club tippin' strippers, sippin' Goose - That's Me
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Ridin' clean, blowin' good on that dro - That's Me
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Dirty South, Straight Country, 105 - That's Me
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[J-Bo]
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See I can tell by the way they look me in the eye
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That he's a ho, and she's a bitch, and often many try
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But like a soldier, I'mma rid til' I fuckin' die
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Swerve on the buster, run up and put one in the sky
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And if you ain't comprehendin' what I'm sayin' to ya
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It's 105, Youngbloodz, and I ain't playin' wit'hca
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Now watch me break 'em down, back 'em up, and ship 'em out
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Even steady, comin', breakin bread, what I'm talkin' bout
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Cause what you didn't know, is how I get so many hoes
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How I keep it pimpin' never, sippin' cause I'm all pro
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And yeah, I see you like the way we do it big
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Pull up in the old schools, blowin, hoppin' out the whip
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[Chorus Three]
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[Chorus One]
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[Chorus Two]
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[Sean Paul Ab-libbing throughout the remainder of the song]
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Dat'z Me
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Youngbloodz |