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作词 : Bagley, Wilson |
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(scarface excerpt) that chick hes with....she like me. oh, she likes you |
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Huh? how do you know? the eyes chico....they never lie. what, are you |
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Serious? yeah, i'm serious....what do you think? man, thats the bosses |
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Lady, you're gonna get us killed. the bosses lady? ******* you man!....the |
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Bosses lady...huh...that guys soft....you got some of that for |
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Me?...would you kiss me if i wear that hat? |
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Verse 1 (kool g. rap) |
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I had to have her, since my first glance at her |
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Pimp stance at her |
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Watchin' men throwin' banjamins and grants at her |
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Bottles of italy and france at her |
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Advance at her, spit romance at her |
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Champagne glasses chatter |
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Ass fatter than that actress up in family matters |
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Lips thicker than mick jaggers |
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******* so hard the *******t could stab her |
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She pushed a sick jaguar |
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Paint *******ned like it was black lacker |
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She carried a small gat for back up |
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Whole *******t spectacular |
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Peepin' out her frame, walkin' in back of her |
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She had the hour glass shape |
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Had my blood flowin' fast paced |
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Past late, get that ass raped, fast tied up with mask tape |
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Mad papes, i could tell by the way she was draped |
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Her sex mate's caked up like drake's |
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He's got the crib by the lake |
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Wanted by the jakes |
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For takin' powder weight outta state |
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They straight sorrounded his crib with tower gates |
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Garden lookin' like a flowered wake |
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Every hour he make about enough dough to spoil this ******* sour |
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Sex, money, and power, ******* good enough to devour |
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I hit her up inside the marble tiled shower |
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Then snapped back to reality |
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He said her name was valerie |
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Dont ******* around with that ho, a *******'s on the salary |
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Pockets too low calorie |
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Her man will get his cavalry |
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And straight turn the town to a shootin' gallery |
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Chorus - off his life, to get in good with the bosses wife, cross his |
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Life just to floss his ice, to get him hit for the cost of rice, torch |
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The night, if the thoughts is right, bodies could get lost inspite |
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Repeat once |
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Verse 2: (chameleon) |
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The bosses lady, i ******* the four-fifth and holds it steady baby |
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My man *******ps more weight than the ******' navy |
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Out to get this gravy, so you can't take mine |
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You crossed the line |
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******' with the bosses devine |
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Ay yo, his mans, they commit crimes |
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Found out you tryin' to ******* with his dime |
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You layed your life on the line |
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But the cards are in my hands |
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I love this rich man, and ******' you is not in the plan |
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I'm out to get grands and live on my own land |
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So why ******* with that help? |
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I'm livin' in wealth, you under his belt |
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Hourglass figure i know you felt |
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Wonderin' how the ******* smelt |
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Lavish taste will have you livin' in debt |
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Fantasizin' 'bout his wifes sex, |
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So how could you disrespect the man |
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That supplies the cash for your checks? |
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On the low 'cause you know he blaze tecks |
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And you fear for whats next |
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Your life is in debt for tryin' to get my ******* wet |
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Realize the bigger picture |
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I deal with bigger figures |
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I got no time for affairs with the average *******s |
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Keep the lustin' to a limit |
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'cause ain't no benefits in it |
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Too much to lose if i let you hit it |
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You know the force is deep |
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And you wanna creep |
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Thinkin' how sweet it would be if i just let you eat |
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But to the boss yo, i gotta stay true |
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The chump change won't do |
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So me with you isn't happenin' boo |
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Verse 3: (both) |
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(g. rap) i like ya style, kid you get wild |
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Let the chips pile |
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My clique slit smiles across your mans throat so look who's big now |
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Barkin' on *******t like a (?) |
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Lame chick you got this *******t foul |
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We got the big bricks *******pped in from miles |
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While i'm whippin' *******t with 6 plus 6 valves |
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Makin' millions off fiscal |
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We regulated, |
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Boo i guess you haven't heard the latest about these new agents |
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Stackin' outrageous |
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(chameleon) yeah, i heard about the way you flip birds, |
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Got these *******s standin' on the curb sellin' ******* and erbs |
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You and my ******* exchanged words then parted ways |
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You swore to god all day |
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Your squad would spray my man in all kinds of sick and retarded ways |
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(g. rap) straight gave him a harp to play |
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(chameleon) i peeped your resume |
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(g. rap) you with me angel? |
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(chameleon) yeah, no doubt, but i should bang you |
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Chorus 2x |