1.Do It
Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, D Davis, Clifford Joseph Harris, Kawn Kawmi
Prather
You looking good in them guess's shawty showing yo ass
Make a nigga wanna grab a hold of yo ass
Strip you out yo couchie dress and hit the flo' wit yo ass
When I leave the club I wanna see some more of yo ass
I ain't tricking but shit I like spend some dough on yo ass
The way you bouncin' on my dick and grindin' slow wit yo ass
Hit the VIP wit me I po' some moe' fo yo ass
Just so I can see you right here bouncin' yo ass
If I leave the club wit something rather go wit yo ass
Them other broads fine but you a pro wit yo ass
When I see u poppin' and droppin' I know it's yo ass
In a crowd full of hoes I would notice yo ass
A now a thug done chose
And I don't give a damn if the club done closed
Get the DJ a dub tell him spin one mo
So I can finish watching you poppin' yo
Shakin' yo, droppin' yo, bouncin' yo ass
Now all my guls say, do it baby, stick it baby
Yeah, bounce ya ass and holla, do it baby, stick it baby
Alright, a in the club say, do it baby, stick it baby
Okay, so if ya wit it holla, do it baby, stick it baby
Now all my guls say, do it baby, stick it baby
Yeah, bounce ya ass and holla, do it baby, stick it baby
Alright, a in the club say, do it baby, stick it baby
So if ya wit it holla, do it baby, stick it baby
I see ya every Friday night outside the club in da line wit ya
partners
Shawty you see all that ass poking out them Dolce Gabbana's
Hey as soon as she get in I'm a find her ass
The first record the DJ spinned I'm behind her ass
I don't care if I got some Henn' I'm putting down my glass
Just so I can get out there and grind her ass
Wit yo fine ass, must I remind yo ass？
You da baddest thing in here that's why I'm eyeing yo ass
In ya iceberg suit, ya face looking cute
And I like those boots, ya nails all pretty
And ya hair due too, I'm fucking wit you, shit just choose
And we'll be fucking by two
A now a thug done chose
And I don't give a damn if the club done closed
Get the DJ a dub tell him spin one mo
So I can finish watching you poppin' yo
Shakin' yo, droppin' yo, bouncin' yo ass
Now all my guls say, do it baby, stick it baby
Yeah, bounce ya ass and holla, do it baby, stick it baby
Alright, a in the club say, do it baby, stick it baby
Okay, so if ya wit it holla, do it baby, stick it baby
Now all my guls say, do it baby, stick it baby
Yeah, bounce ya ass and holla, do it baby, stick it baby
Alright, a in the club say, do it baby, stick it baby
So if ya wit it holla, do it baby, stick it baby
I made this song to let you know shit that I see ya
When you workin' dat ass, make a nigga think later on he gone
Be twerkin' that ass and I can tell by the way you throw it back
It ain't no hurting dat ass and ain't no room for nothing else
but
That skirt but that ass, the jiggling shawty, got a nigga
shivering shawty
And if you don't know what to do wit you better give it here
shawty
Put a bend in her back, I'm throwing the dick she giving it back
I tell her if you ever give me dat ass I ain't giving it back
She bouncing her ass, later on I'm a blow a ounce wit her ass
Ride out wit her ass, cut sumethin' on the couch wit her ass
Then bounce to her pad, 'coz you know it ain't no housing her
ass
'Coz since the first time I seen her, all I been thinking 'bout
is her ass
A now a thug done chose
And I don't give a damn if the club done closed
Get the DJ a dub tell him spin one mo
So I can finish watching you poppin' yo
Shakin' yo, droppin' yo, bouncin' yo ass
Now all my guls say, do it baby, stick it baby
Yeah, bounce ya ass and holla, do it baby, stick it baby
Alright, a in the club say, do it baby, stick it baby
Okay, so if ya wit it holla, do it baby, stick it baby
Now all my guls say, do it baby, stick it baby
Yeah, bounce ya ass and holla, do it baby, stick it baby
Alright, a in the club say, do it baby, stick it baby
So if ya wit it holla, do it baby, stick it baby
Do it baby, stick it baby, do it baby, stick it baby
Do it baby, stick it baby, do it baby, stick it baby
Do it baby, stick it baby, do it baby, stick it baby
Do it baby, stick it baby, do it baby, stick it baby
2.Dope Boyz
Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Clifford Joseph Harris
Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty
Ay, shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45
Well shit what you need shawty
Ay, these these bd's right here shawty
Ay, this that this that noyd too shawty
You can't get no better than this right here
Ay, nigga well get the fuck out my trapp then
A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times
The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9
Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes
Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don't mind
Why y'all niggas bitchin' on and whinin' I'm a grind
Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine, gettin' mine
It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead
It's plenty of room to get paid for those that ain't scared
I got the hard for the j's and dro' for the dank heads
The dope game still strong like pimpin' ain't dead
Heard what I said I ain't buyin' no yell
Weighin' 36 O's or more on a triple beam scale
Yeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawty
Standin' round in my trapp I think you fuckin' up shawty
Same nigga who taut A K gettin' paid in the trapp
Made a song for the niggas and the J's in da trapp, for the
Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga
I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
Never everybody in the S.W.A.T know I got the fiyah, fiyah
Nigga want that weight got it for the high high
You can't even supply the package I buy
I get it and I cook and it's gone for it dry
Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes
Buy my own blow so the profits all mine
How we gone shine？ The same way we gone grind
Niggas ain't gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they
gone blind
C got choppers on his vert and I got daden's on mine
Triple gold and vogues, poppin' moe', blowin' pine
Honey brown wood grain' wheel in the 'lac
Oak on the dash and the 12's in the back
Came for years of trappin', stayin' down wit the crack
Now that I made it rappin' I ain't never goin' back
I'ma let the paper stack till it can't no more
Still got love for my niggas slangin' blow, gettin' do' fo' sure
Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga
I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard
Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb
Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas livin'
If this ain't yo trapp then what the fuck you doin' in it？
What the muthafuckin' business, do you think you puttin' down？
If so then my corner you need to get the fuck from round
Unless you wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the pound
Anythin' else I don't need ya help, I got the hard locked down
37's ki's in da grill of the broam
Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes
All most gone ain't got but four mo'
Eternal Simpson Road ain't no more blow
Nothin' left for you but to count my do'
Just somethin' else to do while I blow my dro'
350k what I paid for the shit
Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks
Gettin' rich in this bitch
Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga
I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga
I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
Ay, one time for da dope boyz in ATL
From the SWAT's on Campbelton Road
On over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand
On over to Candler Road
Ay I know y'all niggaz out there gettin' money in Decatur
Got damn ay we goin' on down to Miami shawty
Ay we know y'all niggas got them thangs down there for the low
I'm comin' to get some
Ay, one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty
Up in Orange Mound, y'all niggas trapp rollin' good
On over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good down there
3.Still Ain't Forgave Myself
Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Craig Love
Still ain't forgave myself damn
It's a lotta fucked up shit that go down man
You don't even know the half
Man I been in and outta trouble since an adolescents
Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present
I got two uncles, Quint and Man and they keep me straight
7 And 8, I'm countin money while they movin weight
My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him
I say aiight but still I feelin like my momma need him
They sendin letters home from school, nobody read mines
And plus my uncles, doin 10 years F.E.D. time
Then I started rebellin, began crack sellin
Tha littlest thang on the corner wit a Mac 11
After school I hear my momma holla homework
I say aiight ma, but look I got my own work
Started interactin wit fiends at the age of 13
Now my momma findin rocks in my socks, glocks in my toy box
Like damn, why do trouble come to me like this
But on the real, it ain't even have to be like this (fuck)
Mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Ay, what I am today
I made myself but I still ain't forgave myself
For runnin to the grave getting closer to death
I still ain't forgave my self
For anyone who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself
At 14 man, thought I knew everything
I'm slangin slabs, trappin hard, movin heavy Cain
I bought an '85 cutlass on some dane-a-danes
Now I'm the shit, huh, the motor blew in 30 days
Hardheaded man I ain't listen to anything
I'm getting money so, I'm right and I got plenty game
Besides why I need school, Im a be rappin momma
If that don't work, then I guess Im a be trappin momma
But hey I promise Im a make it cause I'm damn good
Im a get us out this hood and off these can goods
School just a white man game, and it's ran good
At 16, here's my introduction to manhood
Blue lights behind me, damn what I'm gonna do
Cause I got 2 pounds of weed and a 3.80 too
I guess everything'll be aiight if I just keep it cool
How ya doin officer, what ya mean why I ain't in school
Can you search the car Yea but, I rather that you didn't
Besides it's just a waste of yo time cause ain't nutthin in it
(Laugh) I guess that's when I seen, that I ain't know shit
When stuck in a place wit freedom I ain't gone get (Damn!)
Mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Ay, what I am today, I made myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
Guess these the chances ya take, when dealt the cards I was
dealt
But I still ain't forgave myself
For anyone who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself
Outta all the niggaz I was wit when I was doin wrong
3 In the fed, 1 doin life, and 2 dead and gone
Knew there was more to life than sellin blow and chopper bustin
But what's the good in knowin' better if I ain't tell 'em
nutthin
I knew I coulda told Cap not to kill shawty
Put down the gun, get in the car let 'em live shawty
You'll probably get locked up, and I'll probably have a deal
shawty
Naw, I ain't scared, I'm just telling ya like it is shawty
Coulda told Endae, Quint, and Kern, man ya covers blow
Leave that country town alone, yall needa come back home
Bank head and J-Rue, I just feel like if I was wit 'em
They woulda never got killed that night if I was 'em
Seem like I coulda done mo', said mo'
Why all my partners gotta be dead or in the fed fo'
All the time, I just wish that yall could ball wit me
Sometimes at night I close my eyes, and dream that yall wit me
(damn.)
And even though they say I cant blame myself
I still ain't forgave myself
For all the mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
What I am today, I made myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
For anybody who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself
And yea they say I cant blame myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
Fo the mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Guess this the chance that you take, when dealt the cards I was
dealt
But I still ain't forgave myself
For anybody who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself (Ain't Forgave myself)
Yea, for anybody who ever wondered how I felt
Anybody who ever wondered what's wrong wit me, here it is
3 16'S of what's in the heart of T.I.P
This song is dedicated to everybody who ain't here wit me
Cap, damn you fucked up shawty, but when you get out
If I live to see it, its gone be on again ya know what I'm sayin
And we ain't gotta worry bout goin to jail shawty we legit now
Ya know what I'm sayin Cern, Quint, Endae, yall gone get out man
And when you do I'll be there shawty always
Bankhead, J-rue, I'm sorry man, some shit I cant change
When I get up there, we gone ball again, open the gates shawty
let me in
We gone ball. J-Rue man I know money ain't worth a friend shawty
I fucked up bad man I still ain't forgave myself
My momma, sorry I ain't graduate but
Hell we rich now it don't matter. My uncles shit
It don't matter either yall back
Well hell My Lil' boy (music stops)
You betta not do the same shit I did
Or Im a whoop yo muthafuckin ass
4.I Can't Be Your Man
Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Brian Kidd
Yeah to the ladies
One mo' message from T.I.P.
I represent every man in America
Naw, the world
You wanna know what he, what he thinkin' bout
When he talkin' to you 'bout why he can't be your man you
Sure you wanna know here it is
My girl say I don't love her she say we just fuckin'
Nothin' against you it's just that I hate tux
She wanna toast with the mo' and the ice throwin' the rice
Wake up with me for the rest of your life
Ask me where I'm going, when I'comin back when I bounce
Runnin' her mouth, call herself the queen of the south
Redecorate the crib throwin' satin on the couch
Catch me out adulteratin' takin' half of the house
Well it ain't she don't deserve it just I don't wanna give it
The life she wanna live shorty I don't wanna live it
Makin' money shorty's missin' to all kind of digits
From Keke's to Chaniques's to Bianca's and Brigettes's
Poppin' up unannouced, shorty call 'fore you visit
Nothing about a number, mind your goddamn business
Look dick, some shit 'bout tip won't change
We can hang, but I got to let you know one thang
I can't be your man
It ain't you it's me, I'm sorry shorty
I can't be your man
Where I been, I don't see no rings on these fingers
I can't be your man
Look to the future, find somebody better than me
I can't be your man
You deserve much more, I'm no good to you shorty
Don't it seem like shit be cool for a month and a half
All of a sudden you frontin' and showin' your ass
Complainin' bout what you got, shorty look what you had
Before me, it was pull-out couches and bilitant bags
Now she mad 'cause she ain't got a TV in her Jag
I tell you what if that ain't good enough get back on the bus
Give up the princess cuts and the Prada and stuff
I take you out to eat and you order a bottle of what？
Ungrateful wonderin' why I'm not faithful
Ballin's all good but this shit is just wasteful
Want me to pay your bills help you get a bigger crib
Shorty I don't mind helpin' but show some initiative
Ain't brought nothin' to the table but hard times and heartache
Do something get on your grind for God's sake
A reminder, rewind this message from your highness
For those that chose to take my kindness for blindness
I can't be your man
I don't cheat 'cause I ain't shit, I'm cheatin' cause you ain't
shit
I can't be your man
Every time I walk in the house you sittin' on that goddamn couch
You ain't got nothing better to do
I can't be your man
Cook, clean, iron, pay the water bill, shorty do something
Work with me
I can't be your man
Ay, pack you shit shorty I'm droppin' yo ass off
At yo mami house, right now
One more scenario 'bout another jazzy hoe
That I met on the road after a show in Ontario
Shorty say she got a man that don't really scare me though
But she say he got a temper so but what he jealous for
'Cause you told him you were cheatin'
Hell, well what you tell him for
Shit, what that got to do with tip
You better let him know
Now she want to let him go but what for
So you can get with me and keep being a slut hoe
I don't think so baby better stay where you at
I'm no good for you never mind the way that he act
You got a kid and a crib with him what's better than that
I'm in town for the week you better settle for that
I can't be your man
I'm here for 4 days shorty, 4 days, I can't change the world
I can't be your man
He don't treat you right？ What that gotta do with me？
I can't be your man
He be cussin' you out and shit
You cheated on him shorty, can you blame him？
I can't be your man
You ain't fend to bring that bullshit to me, I don't want naan
parts of it
I can't be your man
Look here man get that shit out of my face kick rocks
I can't be your man
I ain't fend to have nothing to do with it
Their will be none of that round here
I can't be your man
Besides shorty you talk to much I can't deal with it
I can't be your man
You say you work where
Mickey D, get the hell out of here shorty
Man look ay, I can't deal with it
You got too much baggage with you man
You and little, uh, uh, uh little opus cunningham
Y'all kick rocks down the damn street
I can't deal with it shorty
N complain what you ain't got what？
Shorty when I met you shorty you was barefooted
Sittin' on the railroad track with some straw in yo mouth
What the hell you complainin' about what you got now
Wh-wh-what nigga you got steak and eggs right here
I'm sayin', what the business is？ Get the hell out of here man
Ay man you need to show me some appreciation round here
You in the damn living room more than the muthafuckin' furniture
shorty
I can't deal with that shit man get a damn job
Do something for me
Lazy bitch, all the bad bitches in the world and I had to hook
up
With the sorriest hoe in America
Why don't you take the weight off my back every now and then
Why don't you pay a bill
30 damn dollars, the cable bill ain't but 30 damn dollars shorty
Why don't you change, flip the mattress
Man wash some clothes, change a light bulb
Goddamn shorty, I gotta do every thing round this sumabitch
A lazy bitch, ain't nothing worse than a lazy bitch shorty
wasted talent
5.Hotel
Ay shawty
(Whussup playa？)
Ay, you 'memba dat broad we met back on da road last year, bout
'99？
(Da one up in NYC？)
Nah, nah, not the one from New York, I 'memba her too doe
I'm talkin bout the one from L.A.
Lil bad bitch I met in da mall wit da big azz
(Oh, oh, dat bitch)
Here wha she said
(Whussup？)
I'll meet you at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit, let'z do it... where u at？)
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit baby, keep yo mouth shut we can do it, sho nuff)
One day in L.A., I'm at the mall
Pickin me up a coupla pairs of silk drawls
And I ran into this fine azz well built broad
She was in hard from a long way
So I'm finna go on swing shawty way
Just like da song say, 'cause I don't play
Miss lady built like a amazon
A 5'9', light brown, wit some sandals on
Da kinda azz dat make you wanna grab a handle on
And fuck her all day in da hallway with the candlez on
So I wave, and I speak and conversation coo
She asked my name, where I'm from and why I talk the way I do？
I said ''cause I ain't from round hea, I'm from Atlanta shawty,
but anywayz
We can still get togetha, 'cause I'm gon be hea fo a coupla
dayz'
And then she say, she never been ta Georgia, she was dyin ta
visit
Well, I'm in room 312, at the Sofatel, I'm sho that they listed
She got the digits, say she like me, and that we can be friends
If I ain't welcome shawty, don't invite me, ain't no need ta
pretend
I'm wanna lick on ya neck, kiss ya earz, and make yo knee bend
Put ya azz in positionz you never thought you'd be in
Now, I'm tellin you shawty, fuckin wit me, like divin of deep
end
Have you sneekin, creepin in Georgia, freak on the weekend
This time, it was me n KP, in NYC
On some Quevo and Hennessy, and 2 sweets with two freaks
Some of da baddest thangz in Times Square wit some long hairz,
cute feet
One of'em say she wanna drive me to Coney Island so she can show
me the new beach
Couldn't nobody ride wit me doe, 'cause da car only had 2 seatz
Lil' cute freak, in da Z3, remind me of one of my hoez in da GC
Told me her name was Sharell but all of her friendz call her
Cici
Say she up hea goin ta NYU, but originally she frum DC
Say she'd love ta freak me, reminisce while listenin to mah CD
Lay me out on the beach feed me strawberriez n kiwi
Shawty say she like wha she see, can't wait ta get down hea n
see me
Round Freaknik, say soon az you hit da city all you gotta do iz
beep me
And let me know whut itz finna be, the Four Seasons or the
Embassy
Get a voice mail round 10 ta 3, and then wha she said ta me...
Tell'em how you did the broad shawty
(I fucked the bitch... and forgot the bitch)
I'm havin fun... gettin pussy on the run
Bitches comin to mah room, tryna make me cum
In ＊Cleveland＊ last weekend, O-High Hoe, whuz really goin on？
She said 'Stick it down my throat'
A lotta yall married... to mah ex trampz
She shouldn't worry, I sent the bitch to sex camp
Taught her how to fuck, she made you fall in love
I fucked her real tough, now you can't get enough
Knockin on mah door fo yo hoe, das no game pimp
I fucked all them bitchez DMX was namin
Fuckin hoez from Milly, bitchez out in Philly
Puerto Rican, Dominican, New York pussy, ya feel me
I been nationwide since '88
So don't clown when I'm around, keep yo lady straight
'cause I'ma... beat her pussy down in the worst way
You waited six months, and I fucked her on the first date, at
the Hotel
(T.I. ＆ Too $hort talkin through Chorus)
Meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
(Hoe, don't tell nobody... BIATCH!!!)
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(That'z right... we runnin' up in deze hoez...
Trackstarz baby, real playaz, ballin in da ATL)
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(You betta ask yo bitch about us
Take the game from Timbucktoo to the Kalimazoo
You know how a playa do...
... and one mo thang baby...
Check out time... Arivaderchi, capeesh？ Bishhh...)
6.Hands Up
Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Brian Kidd, Kawn K. Prather
We going to Cuba wit' this one
Yeah, I been rehabilitated, rejuvicated
And most important, relocated
So now, with no further to do
Now ladies stand up or if you wit' me shake your titties
Throw your hands up
And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up
And if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands up
And keep your hands up
Now ladies stand up or if you wit' me shake your titties
Throw your hands up
And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up
And if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands up
And keep your hands up
Hey, from the sunrise to the midnight star
I'm by far the hottest new thing the south seen
Bringing sixteen bars, got six clean cars
Vert's, hoops, four doors, do momo's, and tahoes
Star hoes, yo hoes is our hoes Keri pullin' up to the shark bar
On the north star wit' a Puerto Rican porn star
We in La Vida La Loca see you can't flow like me
Or rock a show like me get dough like me
Shouldn't signed 'em, he ain't gon' blow like me
But give me a quarter of his bonus and half his budget
And I guarantee he go double but if you don't, you in trouble
It's gon' take him three coupes just for him to recoup'
Or witness Shawty flop, like the last three groups
While I'm in Cancun' 'round see-thru's on a three week cruise
It'll take more than the likes of these fools to make me lose
Sheesh, floppin' is something I can't see
Ladies, obey the chorus shake your titties for me please
Now ladies stand up or if you wit' me shake your titties
Throw your hands up
And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up
And if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands up
And keep your hands up
Now ladies stand up or if you wit' me shake your titties
Throw your hands up
And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up
And if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands up
And keep your hands up
Uh, I came to blow the spot hit the club wit' cheddar knots
Ridin' wit' a badder bitch you gonna get or ever got
Try me boy, you better not Shawty and I'm very hot
Toting forty cap, forty-five nine's every glock
Blow you up in that very spot you standing in then vanishing
Undo this manana then, throw away this can and then
Back to poppin' mo and blow and dro and money handlin'
You and your lil' posse can not stop me and this clan I'm in
While you slanderin', you better ask you gul who the man again
Turning out a superstar back into a fan again
Damagin' all who peek, line 'em all in the street
I'll do 'em one at a time wit' one line on one beat
Say ya almost gold, that's what I sold in one week
Got a flock of freaks, while you hold on to one biich
I'm like a Pez dispenser, Shawty, I spit treats
The nigga who even sound good on a bullshit beat
Now ladies stand up or if you wit' me shake your titties
Throw your hands up
And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up
And if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands up
And keep your hands up
Now ladies stand up or if you wit' me shake your titties
Throw your hands up
And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up
And if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands up
And keep your hands up
Well pussy nigga, you can like it, you can love it
You can bite it, you can dub it but you can't do it how we does
it
When we ballin' in public where the grill full of gold
Or Seville full of hoes wood wheels and some voe's
Or hun'ed gold spokes I park at the club and a hun'ed hoes choke
Spark up some dubs, let them hun'ed hoes blow
I run game to get the hoe once they act like I can't run it no
mo'
I stunt them hoes broke and her money po' po'
You can't smoke the way we smoke if you ain't smokin' no dro'
Drink the way we drink wit no hen' and no mo'
You can't ride the way we ride if you ain't slammin' Benz do's
Can't ball wit' me if you got eight but can only spend fo'
You ain't V.I.P like me and can't be searching your coat
Ain't no P.I. like me if you ain't workin' no hoes
Can't do the shit we do, the way we do wit' no dough
That's like trying to win a ballgame, if you ain't takin' no
score
Now ladies stand up or if you wit' me shake your titties
Throw your hands up
And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up
And if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands up
And keep your hands up
Now ladies stand up or if you wit' me shake your titties
Throw your hands up
And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up
And if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands up
And keep your hands up
Now ladies stand up or if you wit' me shake your titties
Throw your hands up
And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up
And if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands up
And keep your hands up
Now ladies stand up or if you wit' me shake your titties
Throw your hands up
And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up
And if you feeling like I'm feeling keep them hands up
And keep your hands up
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