is y'all ready? Let me hear ya Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm a sucker for corn rows and manicured toes (hey) Fendi capri pants and Parasuco's (alright) The rise of Diddy and City, with one or two throws I'm draftin' 'em outta high school straight into the pros Who knows? I know and I love it when you make your knees Touch your elbows and break it down low to the Flo' And there you go now throw it on me slow And everytime I bust a rhyme, baby, "Gimme Some Mo'" You say you like that, when I hit it from behind and I'll be Right back, yeah that's my very next line, I use it Time after time, when I'm speakin' my mind It's no matter if I'm shootin' game to a pigeon or dime I ask her, "Who that is, talkin' that shit about the 'tics?" Somebody probably jealous 'cause they bitch got hit But ain't nobody else droppin' shit like this Should we apologize? Nah fuck 'em, just leave 'em pissed, hey wait a minute now Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, uh.
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