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  • Play your part...
    Sweet jones
    My ******* a choosy lover, never ******* without a rubber
    Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
    Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
    Top notch ho's get the most, not the lesser
    Trash like the ******* for 40 dollars in the club
    ******* up the game, ******* you gets no love
    She be cross country givin' all that she got
    A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot
    I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
    Every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads
    Some ho's wanna choose, but them ******* too scary
    Your ******* chose me, you ain't a pimp you a fairy
    Pump that *******t (x8)
    Pump that (x2)
    Pump that *******t (x2)
    Pump that (x2)
    Pump that *******t (x2)
    Now walk it out (x8)
    West Side walk it out
    South Side walk it out
    East Side walk it out
    North Side walk it out
    Now hit the dance floor
    And bend your back low
    She do it with no hands
    Now stop pop and roll
    I'm smoking bubba ho
    Now they in trouble ho
    I like the way she move
    An undercover ho
    It's on once again
    Patron once again
    I threw my head back
    Then I froze like the Wind
    West Side walk it out
    South Side walk it out
    East Side walk it out
    North Side walk it out
    We're not gonna take it
    You can show me how
    Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
    No, we ain't gonna take it!
    You can show me how
    Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
    We're not gonna take it... anymore!
    Hey, hey, you can show me how (x2)
    Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
    Yeah (x14)
    Ok, we poppin' champagne like we won a champion*******p game
    Look like I got on a champion*******p ring
    'Cause I ball hard
    No ******* we ball harder
    I am the Birdman
    And I'm J-R-uh
    ******* I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
    What you know about that? (x2)
    ******* I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
    What you know about that?
    I know all about that
    ******* I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
    Can't see you lil' *******s, the money in the way
    And I-I'm sitting high, a gansta ride blazed
    If you ain't gonna ride fly then you may as well hate, *******t
    I gotta eat, yeah even though I ate
    Even though it ain't my birthday but I got my name on the cake, *******t
    Believe that and if ya mans wanna play
    Imma ******* around and put the boy brains on da table
    Hey pick 'em up, ******* 'em, let 'em-lay
    Where I'm from we see a *******' dead body everyday
    Look, uptown, throw a stack at 'em
    Make a song about me, I'm throwin' shots back at 'em (pop)
    ******* I'm a pipe, she like a crack addict
    If she saw me cookin' eggs, she thought I was back at it
    I grab my keys, ho I gotta go
    I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs
    'Cause nothing compares
    What you know about that?
    Nothing compares... to you
    What you know about that?
    I was gettin' some head
    Gettin', gettin' some head
    I was gettin' some head
    Gettin', gettin' some head
    Nothing compares
    What you know about that?
    Nothing compares... to you
    I know all about that
    I was gettin' some head
    Gettin', gettin' some head
    I was with the kinda girl that make yo toes curl
  • Play your part...
    Sweet jones
    My ******* a choosy lover, never ******* without a rubber
    Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
    Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
    Top notch ho's get the most, not the lesser
    Trash like the ******* for 40 dollars in the club
    ******* up the game, ******* you gets no love
    She be cross country givin' all that she got
    A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot
    I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
    Every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads
    Some ho's wanna choose, but them ******* too scary
    Your ******* chose me, you ain't a pimp you a fairy
    Pump that *******t (x8)
    Pump that (x2)
    Pump that *******t (x2)
    Pump that (x2)
    Pump that *******t (x2)
    Now walk it out (x8)
    West Side walk it out
    South Side walk it out
    East Side walk it out
    North Side walk it out
    Now hit the dance floor
    And bend your back low
    She do it with no hands
    Now stop pop and roll
    I'm smoking bubba ho
    Now they in trouble ho
    I like the way she move
    An undercover ho
    It's on once again
    Patron once again
    I threw my head back
    Then I froze like the Wind
    West Side walk it out
    South Side walk it out
    East Side walk it out
    North Side walk it out
    We're not gonna take it
    You can show me how
    Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
    No, we ain't gonna take it!
    You can show me how
    Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
    We're not gonna take it... anymore!
    Hey, hey, you can show me how (x2)
    Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
    Yeah (x14)
    Ok, we poppin' champagne like we won a champion*******p game
    Look like I got on a champion*******p ring
    'Cause I ball hard
    No ******* we ball harder
    I am the Birdman
    And I'm J-R-uh
    ******* I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
    What you know about that? (x2)
    ******* I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
    What you know about that?
    I know all about that
    ******* I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
    Can't see you lil' *******s, the money in the way
    And I-I'm sitting high, a gansta ride blazed
    If you ain't gonna ride fly then you may as well hate, *******t
    I gotta eat, yeah even though I ate
    Even though it ain't my birthday but I got my name on the cake, *******t
    Believe that and if ya mans wanna play
    Imma ******* around and put the boy brains on da table
    Hey pick 'em up, ******* 'em, let 'em-lay
    Where I'm from we see a *******' dead body everyday
    Look, uptown, throw a stack at 'em
    Make a song about me, I'm throwin' shots back at 'em (pop)
    ******* I'm a pipe, she like a crack addict
    If she saw me cookin' eggs, she thought I was back at it
    I grab my keys, ho I gotta go
    I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs
    'Cause nothing compares
    What you know about that?
    Nothing compares... to you
    What you know about that?
    I was gettin' some head
    Gettin', gettin' some head
    I was gettin' some head
    Gettin', gettin' some head
    Nothing compares
    What you know about that?
    Nothing compares... to you
    I know all about that
    I was gettin' some head
    Gettin', gettin' some head
    I was with the kinda girl that make yo toes curl