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作词 : Cullins, Round, Round, Smith |
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Now for some typical reason |
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I'm rollin up some hoes, and pattin my back seat, hah |
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My pimpin lyrical tactics, is like a dirty kid flippin on a mattress |
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Now flex this |
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Verse one: tung twista |
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Now i just be |
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On the front porch, with a torch, ready to scorch |
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Two women peepin me cause really i'm gone |
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In the zone they havin thoughts of freakin me |
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Keepin me company bumpin me for the privacy i'm on |
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They can see i'm a cool muh*************a kickin the petty |
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Down with a tango on my razor fade |
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Peanut butter complexion to silly processions |
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Of bitties a fifty sack got some reefers and a razor blade |
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Like a game of spades, crack the bull*************t |
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These days was made for me to devise strictly games that paid |
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Women freakin me greedy lickin me doin body graffiti |
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Throwin they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age? |
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Two players in the chi, you're thinkin do or die |
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You and i can be naked cause i'm the love that you've been thinkin of |
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The style of flow is a vocal calico |
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To show you with the mic i be speakin love, what's the words, weak and numb |
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Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and glock |
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Try not to pass the block, gettin more hot than the astronauts |
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Sippin after shock |
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I ball cause i see you all on rap-a-lot |
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Let's get parley and then crack the spot |
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Plenty henny for my crew and i ain't even broke up half a knot |
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Keep on holdin me while i roll to be we can smoke or ride |
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And you can play with me to keep the passion hot |
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Don't you know how the money flow |
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Chorus: |
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Don't you know, how the money flow |
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Don't you know, how the money flow |
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Verse two: belo |
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Mmmm, now they peep a brother rolex |
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Try and get race car, heavy on the skin tech |
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Money clean like windex |
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Givin up the ave like a brother gonna pass, but the hoe check |
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Hoe flex i'm on the avenue, lay it back sip a half a brew |
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So i see if i can have a fruit |
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A peep show like the hoe when she thinkin bout me havin you |
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She laughin too, and pass a few, beads around |
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Smokin trees till the leaves come down |
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She be clothed ain't a skeezer now, show em the paper |
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That be caught up at your crib with your pantses down |
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But money maker want a triple take |
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Look at the ************* with the endless dividends of heavyweight |
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See him ridin in the c-a, d-i, double-l, a-c |
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Always checkin paper in tall ways |
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Pull em off the sprawlways |
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Herd a couple hoes in clothes and i'm supposed to be all day |
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Parley parley, dog that's how the money flow |
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Chorus: |
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Don't you know, how the money flow |
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Don't you know, how we do it in the 'o |
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Don't you know |
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Verse three: ak-47 |
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Bend the block with the indo, blowin out my window |
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Rolex on my side do', lean back in the slow flow |
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Gettin paid as the night go |
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I see some fly hoe, tell me where you crib at |
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Where's the place that you live at? |
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Hit you on the phone till you be all alone |
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So we can get it on baby just kick back |
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Swiggin brews and perrier |
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Thick chick with a booty like a plizayer do |
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Ak (to where) to the pen |
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And to tell all my *************z to keep it strong |
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They ain't got long (to what) to see |
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Where the *************z is kick it where a ************* kick it |
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Go where i go cadillac to the show |
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Po pimp ************* the dough hit the stage and become wicked |
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Get the money and ride out, go back to the hideout |
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Take a woman to the bed and spread them thighs out |
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I'ma pull my surprise out |
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Then my boys was flyin out, but two girls were chasin |
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Deep in chicago, been doin this since the nine-oh |
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Comin up put a number on fryin hoes |
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Let the money flow |
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Chorus: |
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Don't you know, how the money flow |
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Don't you know, how the money flow |
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Don't you know, how the money flow |
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Don't you know, how we do it in the 'o |
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Verse four: nard |
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Now for some typical reason i'm rollin up with a hoe |
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And i'm pattin my back seat |
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I pimp lyrical tactics like a dirty kid flippin on a mat |
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Never could i come flexless, when i wreck *************t |
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Then be dip through the chi and enjoy my lexus |
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Better blow when you bob your head, to the fed *************t |
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Why you waitin for the next kid, mother****** |
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Makin money just wanted to take a little get the ************* wet |
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Get my girl in bed |
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Spend my money in the southern, mother******s |
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That's thuggerin, but i'ma come from the heart for start |
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To stop all the *************z the bigger the trigger the larger the dividends |
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Pimpin and paperin leavin sugar in |
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Till money flow like a dreamland |
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But really though, could you tell me how the money flow? |
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Chorus: |
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Don't you know, how the money flow |
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Don't you know, how we do it in the 'o |
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Don't you know, how the money flow |
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Don't you know, how we do it in the 'o |