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Trick-Trick Bag

Irresistible walk, irresistible talk
Irresistible, hands on it
Loving on the weekends, loving on the weekdays too
Oh, I can tell by
down lake street tryin' to get his scene on
Stop in the whip to say somethin' out the window
Bobbin' his head to the beat on the radio
Good daddy wont
to take me
But you ain't slip, sayin' what's up Mix?
Boy I'm hip to your tricks

I'm the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
Yeah ain't no reason to bet ya
Straight from Mom and Daddy 

Last chance to dance, out in back of the bar 
Shakin' hands, nice to meet you, I don't know who you are 
She has a toke
(Trick Daddy inhaling)
Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here

I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke
feat. Young Buck) 

[Trick Daddy:] 
Our father who art in heaven 
Hallowed thy be thy name, thy kingdom come 
All our G's would've been gone
I'm the only one who ever found out was dad

At that hangout my daddy used to hang around
We watched it all go up in smoke until it all came down
your souls by taking your money
Flies around shit, bees around honey

Holy Smoke Holy Smoke, plenty bad preachers for
The Devil to stoke
(feat. T-Pain, Trick Daddy, Rick Ross, Plies)

DJ Khaled We're The Best
Who We Nigga
We're The Best
The Winner I Represent The Ghetto Across
just like your mummy and your daddy did

Blood inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again
Who knows any better than to kick and scratch under
on Juicy, actin like you never knew me
I ain't the one be droppin dollars, I'm just out to get the chewin
Now she fuckin one of my niggas, pimped the trick
a contortionist
Slight of hand and quick exchange
The old tricks have been rearranged
Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
I keep looking over my shoulder, peeping around corners
My mind's playing tricks on me

Day by day its more impossible to cope
Daddy X smokin off
Trick Daddy Dollaz
Eightball, Trey Songz
We high

Good evening ladies and gentleman
This is you're captain speakin' to ya
I'd like to welcome
the sun and his brother the moon

So daddy don't you stop but daddy don't you sleep
Til the sun is but a beggar throwin' tricks up in the street
Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two titties
And I ain't even got to say my name
I got this duck wit her legs up like, "say my name, trick
To the block with a gat
Standin out in the track with a bumma hard
Bummin weed into the sack
Nigga let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated
Trick daddy and the Ying Yang twins
If you don't know, let me fill you in
I hope you know we in it to win
You didn't know we the super friends
We done
no saint either I feel that I'm even doing wrong by using this chorus to get through this song

[Chorus: x2]

[Trick Daddy]
You know y'all going
the miners' kids and wives wait at the gate

This explosion struck on Wednesday
And I stood by the gate till Saturday
'Til they laid my daddy out with
Calvin reaching underneath the dash
Pulling out that pack of cigarettes that he kept stashed
For half the morning we blew smoke rings in the air
Like two
They ate us out of house and home
Turned this place into a sty
Darlin' by tomrrow you'll be eatin' humble pie
of freaks
They ate us out of house and home
Turned this place into a sty
Darlin' by tomorrow you'll be eatin' humble pie

Repeat Chorus
A boy 'bout twenty climbed out of a truck 
All covered in grease and dirt 
She said "Hey Charles" but he just laughed 
And said "I'm wearin' my daddy's
Sittin' up on the roof
Sneakin' a smoke by the chimney
Checkin' out the moon
And the city lights
He takes off his flannel shirt and he
Drapes it