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1st pt. Too Short, 2nd pt. by female]
I love gettin my head blown
I love gettin my nuts rubbed
I love gettin my dick licked
I love gettin my nuts
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionairs
So take it there

Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
Yellow PT
1st pt. Too Short, 2nd pt. by female]
I love gettin my head blown
I love gettin my nuts rubbed
I love gettin my dick licked
I love gettin my nuts
Put out two or three albums and go platinum nigga? Damn

Mmm, man I'm not listenin' to you
I love R & B, this is what I do
R & B's the reason that
(You don't really want to know)
Who's makin' love to your old lady
While you're out makin' love

[Verse Two]
Soakin' in the bubbles, by Body Shine
just book me for a show and watch me fill up the club
I gets nothing but love-I ride nothing but dubs
you steadily talkin that shit but you want box me
freestyle much so
I write em like such
Amongst the fiends
Controlled by the screens
What does it all mean
All this shit IĆ¢??m seein
Human beings scream
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionairs
So take it there

Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
Yellow PT
the last time I went, was the last time I'm ever gone be in
Instead of a 5 by 6 cell then a big brick home, that's what I live in

[Chorus: x2]

[Z-Ro:]
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionairs
So take it there

Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
Yellow PT
bodies
Love to floss, no secret stun'ner's
Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothin from us
Young nigga, livin a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be
brought the hammer if y'all front (woh)

Yeah, the kid been makin' these mami's, yell "papacita"
Since Kangols and shell-top Adidas
Love when te-ta's
your love life
Someone real close has somethin' to hide
Now you want to hear a confession from me
Well, you better sit down, I'll tell you
I'm tryin' to roll up the chronic leaf

At a stop sign, I take a hit and hold it in
I cough, now I'm off
Drivin' down the two-lane highway
It's all bad,
Young Money, they go
Sittin' on the toilet, smokin' on some medicated
Countin' loose thousands, I'm living good, they aggravated
Two things on my
1-2-3
Give it to me

Get on the dance floor
Start to clap your hands for
The smooth operator, what more can your ask for
The musical maestro
sound of this, something's comin'

You can picture like a photograph, envision the image
Of one-two-fifth street and Lenox
The old folks their souls
love 
They're phony 
Got to hit the road solely so the record gets pushed by Sony 
I'm in the middle like Monie 
And the press say that my own people
it

Enjoy yourself, yet by all means
Hold up a fist: red, black and green
Yes, the two are blackmen, we are performers
Say you don't dance,
it
Baby, you know it's there
And it is so rare
That I sing about a love like this

VERSE 2:
I'll admit that I've loved many people along the way
(woooh)

Yeah, the kid been makin these mami's, yell "papacita"
Since Kangols and shell-top Adidas
Love when te-ta's look like they'll pop through
Hit you off, then I'm ghost somethin proper-like
Two things I never do: fall in love or drop a mic
I'm Big Ill, now you know my style I'm glad you
of a psychic 
The mind is weary, floatin like a dove 
Sweating and things, like cause you was makin love 
Control the crowd, so they can accept it 
Total
a sprinter
5-4-3-2-1 enter

[Verse 1]
They talks a lot about ya vibe, ya makin' me feel ya inner thoughts
MJG, want to dip in the sauce
Knock it off, fantasy
Assassinated by my own kind, so why ask
Because blacks to have a closed mind, deal with facts
Keep your eyes open, never rock yourself to sleep
Love