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Lyrics:
hey what's up my nigg?
shit just chillin what's happenin?
shit man what you up to?
shit not too much
hey you aint seen that nigga snoop?
man hell no I been callin that nigga since Starsky and Hutch.
i aint gonna call that nigga no more, man
oh like that?
man for real man I aint buyin the new album either,
I'm gonna download that mutherbeeper for free, let that nigga know when I see em man
shit there he go right there
huh?
i don't say much
i don't say alizee
no i don't say dutch
keep your hands off until I say ok touch
i never come off tacky, i'm a boss exactly
i'm like the slick suit snooper fly versace
conversation flashy, y'all niggas 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 there's going to be some trouble in here
before I pay that bitch, I'm like a bossy hog
half dog half gorilla bitch donkey kong
niggas thirst for holes I got a thirst to ball
tryin to knock a pimp's hustle be the first to fall
beepin with a 150 whole can of vodka
mixed with gang bang gotta program like pappa (hey hold up, homie)
i'ma do you a favor let this pimpin save ya
leave that bitch alone the homies call her misbehavior
boy you move too fast, done too much talkin
i'm too much walkin the one who keep hoes hawkin
dont beep with snoop too much cause he goes off when
niggas mouth too much, so please no flossin
i step up quicker, cause the game don't pause
i gotta stay sucker free cause it ain't no laws
dig this ya'll
that's the bidness man
step my game up up in this man
long hours hard minutes man
with this hustle im splendid man
PA perfect attendence man
cause i'm a boss
Yea, real bossy like, and sometimes flossy
and if you beepin with that
i i, i know, i i i i know you gonna dig this
i had to tell you the truth homie but you got mad
yea I hurt your feelings beep it it's too damn bad
i'm a major player, i got major game
I might floss a different bitch but the pimpin the same
i ain't got time for no haters, i lay em flat on their back
im from the dog pound homie i don't beep wit them cats
I beep with niggas who be bustin the shots
i'm talkin long beach, engelwood, compton, watts
close your chops, i knows your spots, keep talkin nigga i'll expose your nots
you ain't ready for daddy
boy i do this for fun
it's like you vs. kobe ballin one on one
you aint got no chance, you aint got no fans, i kick the shit out you punk
look mama no hands
i'm not a holy roller but I pray so hard, help me
I'm sendin these bitch niggas straight to God
shit I'm too damn grown
conversation is short
while your talk is funnny
jack i talk with money
keep the ching on bling, the rock is sunny
for you smart mouthed bitches I ain't that dummy (hell no, he replied)
that's the bidness man
step my game up up in this man
long hours hard minutes man
with this hustle i'm splendid man
PA perfect attendence man
let me tell you somethin
that's the bidness man
step my game up up in this man
long hours hard minutes man
with this hustle im splendid man
PA perfect attendence man
that's the bidness, that's the bidness, that's the bidness, can I get a witness
that's the bidness, that's the bidness, can I get a witness
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