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[Verse 1] [Am]Hey, hey Yeah, motherfucker walk up in the club, I mean I mean And a nigga be 70 deep But if a nigga let his motherfuckin' scrotum hang over his shoulder And come up and do a walk- by on your bitch- ass It's nay- thun Don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga It's about how you outsmart the next nigga [Verse 2] Bitch- [Am]nigga, [Bb]what [Am]the fuck's up! (what the fuck's up?) (Anybody can [Bb]get i[Am]t!) Ho- niggas, go pull your [Bb]skirts [Am]up Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch! I'm in your grill now, nigga [Bb]what [Gm]you g[Am]on' do? (what you gon' do?) I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?) I'm in your grill now, nigga [Bb]what you gon' [Am]do? (what you won't do?) Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch! [Verse 3] Bows, hoes, [Am]money, roll Mr. Whoop- Ass done stepped in the do' (bone crusher!) Bring the pain, to your skull Y'all niggas don't want a fight, all y'all want is a hug Your bark is worse than your bite, with your mean mug Let's take it to the grass and we'll see what's up Y'all knows about me, Mr. Streetsweep Twinkie soft niggas get dealt with swift- ily I'm amazin', I always bring the heat Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin' with me Me and E- Fonzarelli, new Starsky and Hutch Motherfucker don't act like you can't get touched Grindin' niggas bones up and we turn 'em to dust As the crowd go ah- ooooh- ahh cause you know you fucked up They don't wanna see me, nicknamed the realest Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers This ATL nigga! Bitch nigga, [Bb]what[Am] [Verse 4] the fuck's up! (what the fuck's up?) (Anybody can get it!) Ho- niggas, go [Bb]pull your skirts [Am]up Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch! I'm in your grill now, nigga [Bb]what you gon' [Am]do? (what you gon' do?) I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?) I'm in your grill now, nigga what you [Bb]gon' [Am]do? (what you won't do?) Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch! I sit at [Bb]the bar and t[Am]ear up hundred [Verse 5] dollar bills My car, [Em]my Hummer got 26 inch rims [Am]I'm a star o[Dm]n my side of the earth, I bleed the [Em]block Promethazine, codeine, water and [E]hubba rock [Am]Million dollar dreams and fiends and [Dm]things [Em]of that nature[E] [Em]Triple beams and things and T- Mo [E]bile paint ya [Am]Told myself, I [Dm]need to stop pushin' hop I [Em]need to stop pushin' hop so I can buy [Am]a WingStop My young hyenas be bustin' guns, mashin' and pistol packin' Smokin so much 'dro that our lungs feel like they collapsin' Trick I see you and yo' [Bb]partners [Am]laughin' Jaw- jackin' and scammin' and plottin' Old soft- ass, medicated, cotton- ass nigga You're out of line I told you once befo' it's dubya dot Bust a Head dot com, on mine, hit the flo'! And don't come back no- mo', no- mo', no- mo', no- mo' Motherfucker it's E- 4- oh from the Valle- jo Still rappin like I'm po' - bitch! [Verse 6] Bitch- [Am]nigga, what the fuck's up! (what the fuck's up?) (Anybody can get it!) Ho- niggas, [Bb]go pull your [Am]skirts up Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch! I'm in your grill now, nigga [Bb]what you [Am]gon' do? (what you gon' do?) I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?) I'm in your grill now, nigga [Bb]what you gon' [Am]do? (what you won't do?) Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch! [Verse 7] I'ma [Am]kill motherfucker's ass if I have to But is it worth it?, is the question that I ask you To blast your punk- ass and leave you [Bb]bleedin' [Am]Only to give Satan a damn good Reason to play with me, look bitch I'm sayin' You don't listen 'less that TEC- 9 sprayin yo' ass Glass breakin' and ya home boy second, you first I never mash out, 'til the iron smack up yo' body Then you pass out, I pray to God for peace I done best to get my black ass out of these street[Bb]s But [Am]y'all don't listen 'less I'm cussin' and bustin' the shit You keep beggin', and I don't give it to ya you bitch! In your face, your back, your chest, neck and lungs You want war, you will get it from Mr. Crawfordson They call me really really doe, [A]ain't no ho in my blood A couple [Am]slugs bitches, you thugs'll give me a hug Real gangster [A]niggas raise [Am]up Y'all sticky oo[Am]h- wee niggas blaze up Or get yo' ass [Bb]sprayed [Gm]up, bitch n[Am]igga! [Verse 8] And there you have [Am]it! (and there you have [Bb]it) Anybody can get [Am]it (anybody) Don't act like you can't get touched, pimp [Am]Yeah, [Bb]my d[Gm]ude B[Am]one Crush [Am]er (that's right) Lil Jon [Bb]and the [Gm]East[Am]side Boyz (yeah), David Banner And E- 40 Belafonte pimpskillet Trust that, bitch! (Bitch)
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