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Baby
Shhhhh, nigg* drinkin don pie, and crystal (Huh Bra?)
All that in the ass, fkin 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 fkin wit
Three years in 86 and the mayor supportin mah s**t
Wasnt pickin no cotton for no redneck, b*tch!
And i wouldnt fk foxy with another nigg* d*ck
Been slick doin this s**t since 86
Scarred wit mah neck and my tattoes on mah wrist
And my motto is i'll fk a b*tch
Cash checks quick and i done payed my dues to this rap s**t
Competition catchin the blues cuase we comin with that raw s**t
That brown layed down s**t
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, b*tch!
And ill put that on the bezzle if you dont belive that s**t
Juvenile
I aint givin up s**t, 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 slow down, you drawin more heat
I read it in the paper already , they say they gonna sweep
A brother doin 10-9, im fkin with you clownz
nigg* 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 fkin 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 nigg* you know that'll hassle a b*tch
Who the only nigg* you know that'll Harass a b*tch
Fresh miggity, Big d*ckity, do the liggity
Then you my baby boo, Fo shiggity
You done seen me, got the super weeny
Ridin with a b*tch 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 s**t you shouldt have start, with a big-d*ck 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 s**t, with brite gangsta unravelin
Runnin of on mah s**t, Tryin to take what was mine
But im'a gip with mah s**t from 6 figures to the last dime
Cieze my bank account and i still got my drug bout
If i was runnin with them 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 s**t for the doubt
Till im finished with the life, asked slim its a mougt
Baby
How you luv that?, b*tch!
Chorus