See you is my new chick So we get our grind on She be grabbin, callin me Biggie like Shine home Man I swear she fine homes Why she always lying though Tellin me them diamonds when she know they rhinestones She got a light skinned friend look like Michael Jackson Got a dark skinned friend look like Michael Jackson I play 'Ready for the World' - she was ready for some action My dawg said you aint no freak, so you got to prove my man wrong Imma play this Vandross You gon' take your pants off
I got you lookin at the gliss at my hands and wrists While I'm layin back and smokin on my cannibus When it come to rockin the rhythm like Marvin and Luther I can tell you aint no messin with Kan-man and Twist From the Chi and I be Sippin Hennessy Play some R and B Tryin'a smoke a B Lookin properly Feelin on a G And always (Well Well Well Well) Come with me and sip on some heavenly champagne You ain't know Twista can work it like the Whispers...
Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this types of shit, happens all the time You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G I got the cultivating music that be captivating he who listens, to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street and get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?) She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch) Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze beeeitch, I'm just...
So i...pull over to the side of the road i heard "Son do you know what i'm stoppin' you for?" Cause i'm young and i'm black and my hats real low But do i look like a mind reader sir, i don't know Am i under arrest or should i guess some mo'? "Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-four" "Liscense and registration and step out of the car" "Are you carryin' a weapon on you i know alot of you are" I ain't steppin out of shit all my papers legit "Do you mind if i look round the car a little bit?" Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back And i know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that "Aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something'?" "Or somebody important or somethin'?" Nah i ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my shit "We'll see how smart you are when the K-9 come" I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me
[I don't listen to Snoop, so I improvised with some Jay-Z]
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So we get our grind on
She be grabbin, callin me Biggie like Shine home
Man I swear she fine homes
Why she always lying though
Tellin me them diamonds when she know they rhinestones
She got a light skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
I play 'Ready for the World' - she was ready for some action
My dawg said you aint no freak, so you got to prove my man wrong
Imma play this Vandross
You gon' take your pants off
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While I'm layin back and smokin on my cannibus
When it come to rockin the rhythm like Marvin and Luther
I can tell you aint no messin with Kan-man and Twist
From the Chi and I be
Sippin Hennessy
Play some R and B
Tryin'a smoke a B
Lookin properly
Feelin on a G
And always (Well Well Well Well)
Come with me and sip on some heavenly champagne
You ain't know Twista can work it like the Whispers...
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Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
and get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
beeeitch, I'm just...
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i heard "Son do you know what i'm stoppin' you for?"
Cause i'm young and i'm black and my hats real low
But do i look like a mind reader sir, i don't know
Am i under arrest or should i guess some mo'?
"Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-four"
"Liscense and registration and step out of the car"
"Are you carryin' a weapon on you i know alot of you are"
I ain't steppin out of shit all my papers legit
"Do you mind if i look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And i know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something'?"
"Or somebody important or somethin'?"
Nah i ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"We'll see how smart you are when the K-9 come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
[I don't listen to Snoop, so I improvised with some Jay-Z]
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