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  • Aey whassup my nig?
    S*it, just chillin', what's happenin'?
    S*it nuttin', whatchu up to?
    S*it, not too much, aey you ain't seen that *****
    Snoop?Man hell naw,
    I been callin' that ***** since
    Starsky and
    HutchI ain't fin' to call that ***** no more man
    Oh like that?
    Man f'real man,
    I ain't buyin' that new album either
    I'ma download that motherf****r for free
    Let that ***** know when
    I see him man
    S*it, there he go right there
    I don't say much,
    I don't say "Alize", say, no
    I don't say "Dutch"
    Keep yo' hands off until
    I say, okay touch
    I never come off tacky,
    I'm a boss exactly
    I'm like the slick suit
    Snooper fly
    VersaceConversation flashy, y'all ****** can't match me
    I talk to you slow, so your game can roll
    Take advice from a player, don't love her just play her
    Boy I never could dare, to pay double the fare
    Man I swear to
    God it's gon' be some trouble in here
    Before I pay that *****,
    I'm like a bossy hog
    Half dog, half gorilla, *****
    Donkey Kong
    ****** thirst for hoes,
    I got a thirst to ball
    Tryin' to knock a pimp's hustle, be the first to fall
    F****n' with a hundred fifty, whole can of vodka
    Mixed with gang bang, got a program like
    PoppaI'ma do you a favor, let this pimpin' save ya
    Leave that ***** alone, the homies call her
    Ms. Behavior
    Boy you move too fast, done too much talkin'
    I'm too much walkin' to one who keep hoes hawkin'
    Don't **** with
    Snoop too much 'cause he goes off when
    ****** mouth too much, so please no flossin'
    I step up quicker, 'cause the game don't pause
    I gotta stay sucka free, 'cause it ain't no laws
    Dig this y'all
    That's the bidness man, step my game up up in this man
    Long hours hard minutes man, with this hustle on splendid man
    He gave perfect attendance man'
    Cause I'm a boss
    Yea, real bossy like and sometimes flossy
    And if you f****n' with that
    I had to tell you the truth homey but you got mad
    Yea I hurt yo' feelings, **** it!
    It's too damn bad
    I'm a major player,
    I got major game
    I might floss a different *****, but the pimpin' the same
    I ain't got time for no haters,
    I lay 'em flat on they back
    I'm from the
    Dogg Pound homey,
    I don't **** with them cats
    I **** with, ******, who be bustin' them shots
    I'm talkin'
    Long Beach,
    Inglewood,
    Compton, Watts
    Close your chops,
    I knows your spots
    Keep talkin' *****
    I'll expose your knots
    You ain't ready for
    Daddy, boy
    I do this for fun
    It's like you versus
    Kobe ballin' one on one
    You ain't got no chance, you ain't got no fans
    I kick the s*it out you punk, look
    Momma no hands
    I'm not a holy roller but
    I pray so hard
    Help me, I'm sendin' these ***** ****** straight to
    GodS*it I'm too damn grown, conversation is short
    While your talk is funny,
    Jack I talk with money
    Keep the chain on bling, the rock is sunny
    For you smart mouthed b*****s
    I ain't that dummy
    That's the bidness man, step my game up up in this man
    Long hours hard minutes mane, with this hustle on splendid man
    He gave perfect attendance man
    That's the bidness man, step my game up up in this man
    Long hours hard minutes man, with this hustle on splendid man
    He gave perfect attendance man
    That's the bidness, that's the bidness
    That's the bidness, can
    I get a witness?
    Yea, that's the bidness, yea, say what?
    Yea that's the bidness, can
    I get a witness?
  • Aey whassup my nig?
    S*it, just chillin', what's happenin'?
    S*it nuttin', whatchu up to?
    S*it, not too much, aey you ain't seen that *****
    Snoop?Man hell naw,
    I been callin' that ***** since
    Starsky and
    HutchI ain't fin' to call that ***** no more man
    Oh like that?
    Man f'real man,
    I ain't buyin' that new album either
    I'ma download that motherf****r for free
    Let that ***** know when
    I see him man
    S*it, there he go right there
    I don't say much,
    I don't say "Alize", say, no
    I don't say "Dutch"
    Keep yo' hands off until
    I say, okay touch
    I never come off tacky,
    I'm a boss exactly
    I'm like the slick suit
    Snooper fly
    VersaceConversation flashy, y'all ****** can't match me
    I talk to you slow, so your game can roll
    Take advice from a player, don't love her just play her
    Boy I never could dare, to pay double the fare
    Man I swear to
    God it's gon' be some trouble in here
    Before I pay that *****,
    I'm like a bossy hog
    Half dog, half gorilla, *****
    Donkey Kong
    ****** thirst for hoes,
    I got a thirst to ball
    Tryin' to knock a pimp's hustle, be the first to fall
    F****n' with a hundred fifty, whole can of vodka
    Mixed with gang bang, got a program like
    PoppaI'ma do you a favor, let this pimpin' save ya
    Leave that ***** alone, the homies call her
    Ms. Behavior
    Boy you move too fast, done too much talkin'
    I'm too much walkin' to one who keep hoes hawkin'
    Don't **** with
    Snoop too much 'cause he goes off when
    ****** mouth too much, so please no flossin'
    I step up quicker, 'cause the game don't pause
    I gotta stay sucka free, 'cause it ain't no laws
    Dig this y'all
    That's the bidness man, step my game up up in this man
    Long hours hard minutes man, with this hustle on splendid man
    He gave perfect attendance man'
    Cause I'm a boss
    Yea, real bossy like and sometimes flossy
    And if you f****n' with that
    I had to tell you the truth homey but you got mad
    Yea I hurt yo' feelings, **** it!
    It's too damn bad
    I'm a major player,
    I got major game
    I might floss a different *****, but the pimpin' the same
    I ain't got time for no haters,
    I lay 'em flat on they back
    I'm from the
    Dogg Pound homey,
    I don't **** with them cats
    I **** with, ******, who be bustin' them shots
    I'm talkin'
    Long Beach,
    Inglewood,
    Compton, Watts
    Close your chops,
    I knows your spots
    Keep talkin' *****
    I'll expose your knots
    You ain't ready for
    Daddy, boy
    I do this for fun
    It's like you versus
    Kobe ballin' one on one
    You ain't got no chance, you ain't got no fans
    I kick the s*it out you punk, look
    Momma no hands
    I'm not a holy roller but
    I pray so hard
    Help me, I'm sendin' these ***** ****** straight to
    GodS*it I'm too damn grown, conversation is short
    While your talk is funny,
    Jack I talk with money
    Keep the chain on bling, the rock is sunny
    For you smart mouthed b*****s
    I ain't that dummy
    That's the bidness man, step my game up up in this man
    Long hours hard minutes mane, with this hustle on splendid man
    He gave perfect attendance man
    That's the bidness man, step my game up up in this man
    Long hours hard minutes man, with this hustle on splendid man
    He gave perfect attendance man
    That's the bidness, that's the bidness
    That's the bidness, can
    I get a witness?
    Yea, that's the bidness, yea, say what?
    Yea that's the bidness, can
    I get a witness?