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plans 'Coz everything you do makes you look like a fool [Chorus] You're looking for some dirt, I'm lifting up my skirt I'm searching for a light under
bomb Yeah, a bomb in the club Fresh off of the crash Freshen up tail like an old mouse trap Tell me what it is, how the 88 sound I'm gonna take you to my crib for
know what I'm sayin' what's up for real (Gentlemen please) Yo I gotta tell you somethin' for real What up? What up? The niggaz got chedda dog and I
no cake When you all fucked up and can't get no break When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it Be on some real bullshit, politely
her dancing in the club with her new outfit Her hair and her nails did show me love Ya man say he got good green show me some bud Give me the real hook up
your awkward I tame I'm not playin' Get gassed up to get blast up Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North
Everything I wore to school baby was tailor made Shot dice in the bathroom on my knees I'll roll across the break and break that ass with these Start
Yo Rich man, these girls ready to get busy? Ah man, you know they on deck Yo, what's up with they men, though? Come on, men squares, man Can't no square
man you sound kinda hyped man, yo' gonna blow up this ear boy Yeah you know I wanna come out, I wanna go out on tour with you man Yo hons man tourin'
there I know it's real, it's gotta be real Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man How can I be down? What
ain't easy man (repeat 3X) GRAB YO BITCHES! Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3X) BIG PIMPIN JUMPIN OFF! Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man
's up with all these niggas On these muthafuckin' records talkin' all this bullshit I ain't tryin' to hear that shit, man These bitches ain't players, man
of death Some of y'all busters out there tryin' to waste up But it took some of us hustlers all this time to lace up I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
on this record Yaknahmsayin'? Man go ahead and kick it man Let the people know what's happenin' man You know brothers out there sellin' out man Why they goin' out like that man
six hundred dollar bill burnt Looking flossy living costly Off the edge, out of state They gots to break bread, for sho I needs mo' ice drops for the
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger man Fo' real it don't get no bigger man Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the flip Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man
many times, man I lived that, man I'm just trying to find out where to raise my kids at, cuz they don't want n****** where they crib at, hey real tom
