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[Baby]

Shhhhh, nigga drinkin don pie, and crystal (Huh Bra?)

All that in the ass, fuckin these hoes, ballin till we fallin

Drankin too much, but its all good (all good)

Its all gravey dog watchin they dogs come out



[Baby]

Thugged out, when i met the president

Reeboks and Girbuads, when he came into my residents

Vest up cuz i aint trust the hoes who we fuckin wit

Three years in 86 and the mayor supportin mah shit

Wasnt pickin no cotton for no redneck, Bitch!

And i wouldnt fuck foxy with another nigga dick

Been slick doin this shit since 86

Scarred wit mah neck and my tattoes on mah wrist

And my motto is i`ll fuck a bitch

Cash checks quick and i done payed my dues to this rap shit

Competition catchin the blues cuase we comin with that raw shit

That brown layed down shit

Stack your cheese wit a tape thats fire slick

And bees like butter fresh got `em runnin to the store quick

And it cost half a ki to see my in the club slick

And sure `nuff i dont wanna see no blood slick

And it cost a whole ki to see me in the stadium, Bitch!

And ill put that on the bezzle if you dont belive that shit



[Juvenile]

I aint givin up shit, everything i got i earned

Nuthin for free, up in this world is what i learned

Backdown for what, i know them playas up in that cut

And they tapin us, my shot they cant wait to bust

So all you niggaz slow down, you drawin more heat

I read it in the paper already , they say they gonna sweep

A brother doin 10-9, im fuckin with you clownz

Nigga done take his charge, so mah people went down

Get some were you aint got nuthin to do?

Im ballin now, i dont time to be fuckin witch you

Me and chilly ride hod , ready to ball like a dog

Get full of that hen and that dro` until we fall

Dont answer the phone , cuase they got us under survalliance

Look in the real b , You dont know them people tralin?



[Chorus]



Drop, Drop, Drop it like its hot

Watch out ,watch out drop it like its hot

Whoa, whoa drop it like its hot

Watch out ,watch out drop it like its hot



[M. Fresh]



Who the only nigga you know that`ll hassle a bitch

Who the only nigga you know that`ll Harass a bitch

Fresh miggity, Big Dickity, do the liggity

Then you my baby boo, Fo shiggity

You done seen me, got the super weeny

Ridin with a bitch in the blue Lambourgini

Muggin while she between me

Eatin Hizucks, Beatin Dizucks

Suckin till she catch the Hizucks

When i shoot the rizzucks, I like `em i love and i smash

I hit `em qiuck in a mash, till the kat K Robbin,Weebon and Bobbin

Big lip Slobbin on the telephone poles (Whoa)

The pickle has no heart, in the middle of the dark

If u cant finish this shit you shouldt have start, with a big-dick

birdie man

23 year old dirty man, pull of yer skirt and then grab your hand

And let you insert, Da Man



[Chorus]



[Cadillac]

Baby im`a ctach my cut from saratoga unravelin

Tryin to twist `em with the shit, with brite gangsta unravelin

Runnin of on mah shit, Tryin to take what was mine

But im`a gip with mah shit from 6 figures to the last dime

Cieze my bank account and i still got my drug bout

If i was runnin with them niggaz then i`d be crossed up

Im`a ball till i fall, What you think i was playin?

I like cars and broads, but im real with this rap thing

I still got mah buildins, still gonna make a million

Im`a slang these rocks, from all the way up, They killin `em

Take it how you want it, I aint got shit for the doubt

Till im finished with the life, asked slim its a mougt



[Baby]

How you luv that?, Bitch!



[Chorus]

[Baby]

Shhhhh, nigga drinkin don pie, and crystal (Huh Bra?)

All that in the ass, fuckin these hoes, ballin till we fallin

Drankin too much, but its all good (all good)

Its all gravey dog watchin they dogs come out



[Baby]

Thugged out, when i met the president

Reeboks and Girbuads, when he came into my residents

Vest up cuz i aint trust the hoes who we fuckin wit

Three years in 86 and the mayor supportin mah shit

Wasnt pickin no cotton for no redneck, Bitch!

And i wouldnt fuck foxy with another nigga dick

Been slick doin this shit since 86

Scarred wit mah neck and my tattoes on mah wrist

And my motto is i`ll fuck a bitch

Cash checks quick and i done payed my dues to this rap shit

Competition catchin the blues cuase we comin with that raw shit

That brown layed down shit

Stack your cheese wit a tape thats fire slick

And bees like butter fresh got `em runnin to the store quick

And it cost half a ki to see my in the club slick

And sure `nuff i dont wanna see no blood slick

And it cost a whole ki to see me in the stadium, Bitch!

And ill put that on the bezzle if you dont belive that shit



[Juvenile]

I aint givin up shit, everything i got i earned

Nuthin for free, up in this world is what i learned

Backdown for what, i know them playas up in that cut

And they tapin us, my shot they cant wait to bust

So all you niggaz slow down, you drawin more heat

I read it in the paper already , they say they gonna sweep

A brother doin 10-9, im fuckin with you clownz

Nigga done take his charge, so mah people went down

Get some were you aint got nuthin to do?

Im ballin now, i dont time to be fuckin witch you

Me and chilly ride hod , ready to ball like a dog

Get full of that hen and that dro` until we fall

Dont answer the phone , cuase they got us under survalliance

Look in the real b , You dont know them people tralin?



[Chorus]



Drop, Drop, Drop it like its hot

Watch out ,watch out drop it like its hot

Whoa, whoa drop it like its hot

Watch out ,watch out drop it like its hot



[M. Fresh]



Who the only nigga you know that`ll hassle a bitch

Who the only nigga you know that`ll Harass a bitch

Fresh miggity, Big Dickity, do the liggity

Then you my baby boo, Fo shiggity

You done seen me, got the super weeny

Ridin with a bitch in the blue Lambourgini

Muggin while she between me

Eatin Hizucks, Beatin Dizucks

Suckin till she catch the Hizucks

When i shoot the rizzucks, I like `em i love and i smash

I hit `em qiuck in a mash, till the kat K Robbin,Weebon and Bobbin

Big lip Slobbin on the telephone poles (Whoa)

The pickle has no heart, in the middle of the dark

If u cant finish this shit you shouldt have start, with a big-dick

birdie man

23 year old dirty man, pull of yer skirt and then grab your hand

And let you insert, Da Man



[Chorus]



[Cadillac]

Baby im`a ctach my cut from saratoga unravelin

Tryin to twist `em with the shit, with brite gangsta unravelin

Runnin of on mah shit, Tryin to take what was mine

But im`a gip with mah shit from 6 figures to the last dime

Cieze my bank account and i still got my drug bout

If i was runnin with them niggaz then i`d be crossed up

Im`a ball till i fall, What you think i was playin?

I like cars and broads, but im real with this rap thing

I still got mah buildins, still gonna make a million

Im`a slang these rocks, from all the way up, They killin `em

Take it how you want it, I aint got shit for the doubt

Till im finished with the life, asked slim its a mougt



[Baby]

How you luv that?, Bitch!



[Chorus]

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