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Mix, mix, stop now move around 
Mix, mix, stop now move around

Steppin' up to the mic.
Mic 1, mic 2.
Rollin' step out the bathroom stall we got
do those things to me, uh 
Don't let nothin' stop you 
Move, ring the alarm 
The club is jumpin' now, so get up! 

I said, "Ciara's on you radio
let's go

Step up out the club wit a dizzy head
I got two chick that got dizzy legs
I'm bout to double up (One on each arm)
You know I'm bout
I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
Your game
on a Beretta
Said he wanna bet that I don't throw a better
Now the game is surrounded by some money hungry bitches
I put the kisses on my fists and rolled
the garage, I'm a get me in that man

My Bad Side

I want him, I want Mix-A-Lot man
I know well listen, take him out man
He dissed my sister
Don't let
crib
Let's go

Step up out the club with a dizzy head
I got two chicks both got dizzy legs
I'm bout to double up
You know I'm 'bout to double up
an animal
It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule Number Uno,
nuthin homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz
Ye ain't got it (ye ain't got it)
You don't keep it thugging like I keep it thugging
Lil buddy you ain't fresh
a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule nombre uno: never let no one know
how much, dough you
niggas don't understand
Know what? I'm makin' moves, puttin' cash behind plans
To blow up, will he style like this
Everyday I parlay, sip Henne
to hear my bass go boom boom boom ba boom

The one two three the three two one
Don't stop me now I've just begun
Don't cut me down don't start no fight
Blinded by the light glistenin in off the Breitling
Bow hot as ever I ain't lost no step
Straight t-shirt, sneakers I ain't tryin to go prep
Like these
On mad mix shows I got wreck off the mind
But what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?
You ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you damn right
wrote
But i wrote rhymes, that burn every time
On mad mix shows i got wreck off the mind
But what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?
You ask me if
wake
I slip only when P-Nut gets me baked from that shake

Yeah you can't fuck with this
You're Walter Middy don't take it as a dis
But the fantasy has
wake
I slip only when P-Nut gets me baked from that shake

Yeah you can't f*** with this
You're Walter Middy don't take it as a dis
But the fantasy has
an animal
It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule Number Uno,
niggas don't understand
Know what? I'm makin' moves, puttin' cash behind plans
To blow up, will he style like this
Everyday I parlay, sip Henne
to the living room
'Cause people like to hear my bass go boom boom boom ba boom

The one two three the three two one
Don't stop me know I've just begun
Don
room
'Cause people like to hear my bass go boom boom boom ba boom

The one two three the three two one
Don't stop me know I've just begun
Don't cut
millions, niggas don't understand
Know what? I'm making moves, putting cash behind plans
To blow up, will he style like this
Everyday I parlay, sip Henne
motherfuckers this round two
Pour me a fucking jagerbomb fuck that I got whiskey
Let's mix this shit from the east to the south.
Now my friends lay me down
Why don't you come and talk to me 
Right now 
I want to meet ya before I leave 
Step to me 
Come and holla at me now 
Sumthin' tellin me ya feelin'
don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had