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to the Grammy Awards, ha ha

You wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up ladies
You wouldn't get far, if you kept your
to the Grammy Awards, ha ha

You wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up ladies
You wouldn't get far, if you kept your
over by them bitches
A quick lil something can't get the back
I don't know where I left my hand mirror type of dillemas will never hinder my jet living
Up in them five star tellies and two mic rhymes
Be them average MC's of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems
So systematically inclined to pen lines
Gotta have that smoke around me, always want you near me
Cause I can't go on, living without you

[Lil' Keke]
Ride in the Bentley with the, top low
Gotta have that smoke around me, always want you near me
Cause I can't go on, living without you

[Lil' Keke]
Ride in the Bentley with the, top low
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
Daddy rap (rap) stars
Me, rollin in the AMG still 
?Six slater? with the monochrome grille
Don't serve birds but I'm livin like a king
But the IRS got
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
the click! whooooo 

[Verse One: Lil' Kim ]
Blessed by the God so I be the Earths 
Queen Bee Bitch Poppa keep my rich 
In gun tottin' keep floatin' in
looking for big tits and some butts
keeping an eye on my posible enemies
with my cuete tucked...what!
Mr. Sancho one of the original Califa Thugs
used
front of the cars
Standin' in a circle with some wannabe stars
Freestylin', but you ain't original
You just shootin everything and you pimpin' hoes
on a brand new six,
La la la la la la la la la la
I just taught my young boys how to mix,
La la la la la la la la la la
Ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.
a rich man
A rubber band full of wrist bands
Got dough and had to switch plans
Trouble still don't stop
The freeway getting chased by some bad missies
a rich man
A rubber band full of wrist bands
Got dough and had to switch plans
Trouble still don't stop
The freeway getting chased by some bad missies
a circle with some wannabe stars

Freestylin', but you ain't original, no
You just shootin' everything and you pimpin' hoes
And to think you could hang with
It kinda makes you want to move cause it's smooth
It's that type of hype, so believe it
Brought by the Boss and the E
With the funky little track
the mix
Specialist, with the smash hits that can flip
Savagely attack this, clash with, accurate aim
Spark the flame, burn this inside the vein
Ride tracks
smoke
Guided by the light, nigga keep your dark
Third eye sharp like a mothafuckin' hawk
Heart stay mellow like a fuckin' meadowlark
Better play smart
some weed
We don't need champagne fuck the gin and juice
These niggaz know what Short Dog & Lil' Kim can do
Imagination is a understatement
Anything
some weed
We don't need champagne fuck the gin and juice
These niggaz know what Short Dog & Lil' Kim can do
Imagination is a understatement
Anything
on
You can tell by the way I carry myself I'mma star
These Cartier buffs my face cost more than your car
From a dollar man to a millionaire they stop
Better yet I'm original and not a clown baby
Get down for wars an' I'm, livin my life under the gun
And umm, stay calm no harm, I'm alarmin 'em
And that's
Police, can't see me ballin'
Sipping on Hennesey

[Verse 1]
First of all, you can shut it down baby
Better yet I'm original and not a clown baby
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