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作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Johnson ... |
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Uhh Hold up |
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Comin' down |
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Hold up Mm |
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Smoke somethin' [Verse 1: Pimp C] |
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Lately he been flippin' and, stayin' on the grind |
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Tellin' you that you fine, but he ain't spendin' no time |
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I be pourin' wine, tryin' to, knock out your spine |
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Make you mine, from behind, to some slowed down "Bump n' Grind" |
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His thang like a dirty |
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Sweet, from off the street |
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My thang like a |
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O' of indo, from |
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Sacremento |
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Lately y'all been monkeyin', he, call you a ********** |
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Keep me all up in yo' **********t, tryina dig you a new ditch |
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Now I admit, that he rich, and that his money is good |
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Got my **********ed sucked in his ' |
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Six, I'm ******' on leather and wood |
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I'm just a yougin' from the hood, with some ********** if ya good |
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With him, you know that you shouldn't |
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With me, you know that you should |
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Go ********** thug, like a glove when |
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I push and |
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I shove Knock a dime out the climb, cause |
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I ain't makin' love |
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See yo' man the type of guy, to get jealous and hit'cha |
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But me, I lick ya where he don't, and suck real hard on yo' nipple |
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My game is sharp as a cicle, she love my pickle |
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And if you gave her a dime, ****** she gave me a nickle |
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So while you thinkin', she done jet, she got my ********** on her mind |
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Keep on neglectin' yo' gal, young |
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Pimp C be spendin' yo' time |
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Time [Hook: girl singing] |
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It's, liike |
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Sooome-thing's goin' wrong |
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Something's goin' wrong |
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Guess, we've |
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Been apart, too long |
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Beeeen, aaa-paart [Verse 2: Bun B] |
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Well naturally, |
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I have to be, dead serious, maybe not |
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Let me tell a tale about this broad that thought she played me out |
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Yes, I was impressed, by the sex in her ass |
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W-U-I-S her, |
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Versacci, down like |
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Fran, dress her, bless her heart |
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She was a sweet-tart, but'cha never understood her point in our duo |
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Talkin' smart with' all that "you know", comin' with' he-say, she-say |
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From what she heard at the club, bout some chick that |
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I had played on |
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Well **********, you should have stayed home |
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She mad cause |
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I done told her girl off, but the ********** was wrong, and you |
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You gon' let these messy ho's ****** yo' world off |
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I tried to love her man, but see love is one thang, and dumb is anotha |
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Brotha, I'd be dumb to let her run thangs |
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I should've passed, but |
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I was gassed, super-unleaded |
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And her nappy-headed ass gon' regret it, remember |
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I said it |
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Cause I'm, in a sublime, new state and frame of mind |
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Cause it'd be a crime, for me to waste my time |
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My time [Hook:] |
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It's, liike |
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Sooome-thing's goin' wrong |
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Something's goooooin' wrong |
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Guess, we've |
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Been apart, too long |
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Beeeen, aaa-paart [Verse 3: Twista] |
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Did you ever think about who's ass ya girl's was |
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Before the booty had became yours? |
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If a ******'s sane flows, you know everythang goes |
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******' in it til' it's colorful as rainbows |
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Sportin' furry |
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Kango's, she can't go, rockin' paid shows |
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Paper hard to fold, plus |
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I roll slick, keep talkin' **********t |
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If you don't like me, it's most like-ly, cause |
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I done holla'd at yo ********** |
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Why she so thick? |
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Tellin' lies and ya said to be believin' 'em |
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But I make her feel like "Uh-huh", can you do it? "Uh-huh" |
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But when I scoup her up, she know that |
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I'm the one to make a slut-cum |
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Gotta man, he a lame anyway, mother-****** that stuff |
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Mad cause |
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I snuck that love, baby don't bust that slug |
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So go on head roll up that bud, so we can ****** |
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So wassup? |
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Now we in the |
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Suburb', submerged, watch a movie |
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Or bumpin' |
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U-G, K **********t, scoop a ********** or hit the booty |
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How the man, yea |
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I knew g, but she don't usually, say **********t |
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Cause the ********** make a mother******a wanna ball up and cry |
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Chicka-pow-pow, |
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I love them thighs when |
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I'm rollin' aside |
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I ain't gon' up and die, like the guy that we got high |
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Take away more than two hits, two blows |
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She heard my new **********t, it was new clothes |
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New golds, carefully |
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Herringbones, and cell-phones |
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But her friend home, now |
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I'm freakin' two ho's |
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If ya girl be with' me, somethin' nifty, she prob'ly wanna lick me |
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I'm the Twista, |
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I flame a ho pissy drunk and drippy |
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Damn skippy, gamin' it from a shot of |
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Mississippi, now pimp on [Hook: to fade] |
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It's, liike |
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Sooome-thing's goin' wrong |
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Something's goooooin' wrong |
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Guess, we've |
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Been apart, too long |