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Whip It

Philippe Wynne

Electro Classics, Vol. 2: Deep Beats

1996

[Kool Moe Dee] Ha ha, now just, shake your booty
[LA Sunshine] Then you got to move your hips
[Special K] C'mon throw your hands in the air
[all three]

do the xan's
They like "Why you running so
Slow? On a tight rope, and how did you win?"
I tell 'em "I'm glo
I got the dope when my slow was fast"

shit is all natural
And this is really me and you can tell by the stature
Got sauce drip rust and I rot em
Tell yo bitch need lip yeah bottom
Write my

dirty
It's Canada nigga, I got the country on my BI
Two bad women, I bet I can turn 'em bi
Hol' up, call me Mr cash Get It
Orange Lamborghini
Lookin' like

em lurking (Aye)
Boy you've gotta let go of that old me (Old me)
The years got em acting like they knows me (Knows me)
I've been going up, I'm in

now
Fuck Soulja Boy
Dog I heard that shit at Ice T's house
My Gucci bring them Mice's out
Like Gucci I'm so Icy now
I tat my hood all on my arm
Don't

swerving lane to lane this shit metropolis
Why you don't speak on shit? cus I be peeping shit
They gone remember me, my life you can’t remix
Tell'em cut up

the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!

(LA face with Oakland booty)
Baby got

looking up to the man I feel like always on go
Too hard I be ridiculous
Feel I'm one of the sickest
Tell them boys they can get it
Ain't tripping bout no

Come on

Verse 2
Doors open
Ladies first
I need you on the dance floor 
Put away your purse 
If you ain't worried bout a nigga
Tell em save his thirst

em like a Soulja
Keep on floating By
I'm the chosen child
Thas I'm asking why
So I can take your pain
And turn it into mine

Man I don't mind
I got

If he know like I know tell that nigga be quiet.

Soulja Boy Verse:
wuz goin on these niggaz out here wildin
They Don't want won't beef,
better run

just me

So what I ain't smooth like that
Or cool like that
I'm not Soulja Boy, don't really want swag
I'm my own man, I am what I am
The realest nigga

pictures with the heart eyes
Ain’t bout a hit this ain’t mob ties Ima always put in work this ain’t part time
Got em hating cuz I treat you like you famous

Watch how this motherfucker break down
Make em go dumb with the bass sound
Know you got rats in ya circle but its cool
Cause they really won’t

'cause they hate me
Someone tell 'em that I won
Someone tell 'em I'm the one
Someone tell 'em they should thank me
Aye
Gucci down, Gucci down
Only

sad her baby boy
A fucking drug dealer
Lil bruh been outside
He ain't got no plug nigga
Mama sad her baby boy
A fucking drug dealer
Streets ain't got no

know it's us
One hit is like "The Notebook"
By time it end you be chokin' up
I'm 'bout to knock 'em down
I'm 'bout to pull the trigger
Feelin' like

I'm low key cruisin' wit a big boy purchase
Protected by my presence, therefore you're never nervous (nope)
I know ya boy worth it (yep), the kid got

in me, building (To the RPGEP)
Attacking, never shielding
...we got it now
HP solid, EXP brolic
Cali boy sent it in, DMV called it
RPG knowledge, we be

You Know I'm a Ho

Ice Cube

Who Bout It, Vol. 2

1998

I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em

Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different

You Know I'm a Ho

Ice Cube

The Players Club

1998

I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em

Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different

seducers, they come in deuces
But when I cut 'em off, they always become a nuisance
Niggas take my old flows and they take my old swag
He just took my old

wit
Her head down packed
Tell by the way that she jerking it
And just incase aint really tryna date the chick
Her drinks slip some pills in it
Aint