Comedy Central
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Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh Say dawg, let's not get involved You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo Cock the gauge, polka dot your braids Face you with a chrome fo', that'll lock your legs And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game I cut short any whisper that endanger my name I hold toasts on both coasts, not for no joke I'm known in the streets on the account, I know coke And we got word that the cops watch us But that don't stop us, we maneuvering, move a little mo' cautious I hate to think that the dope game is my callin' 'Cause it got us singing lullabies to our fallen Goodnight friend, 'til we meet again But for now, in your name, we re-up and eat again, uh I never front like I'm something I'm not But being broke, well, that's just somethin' I'm not Y'all talk with hatred, but I live off that And I lived off cocaine way 'fore I lived off rap Feel me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (yeah) 'Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much They couldn't take me in the C-L, that's way too much And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on They call me Mr. Please Believe It, believe it, please I put the pump in your mouth and help you breath with ease This guys in a hurry, ma, I can't even f*ck with you If you ain't in the itinerary I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry Why's your ice cream like it's made by Ben & Jerry? Y'all the type of players that be gettin' 2-day contracts Email snitch, got Ds in your two-way contacts I'm in the club sippin' on that new 'Ze cognac In the number 9 Jordans, with the deuce trey on back The street family so cool, we could pull bitches Even if it was July and we had on Woolrich's I got them teflons to shove in the fo' That have under covers and po' recoverin' slow The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough Since I was movin' white off the curb like shovelin' snow, ghetto I keep the streets so numb, they call me Novocaine I turn over 'caine, over and over again Hell, so much clientele, I could lose it all today Be back the next day, still up in the same way as I left ya All in three gestures, down up and aim I can define death better than Webster, wet ya Now bless ya, and off to my next venture Blocks so white, June look like December Wintertime, snow everywhere, flow everywhere So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere Ask him, Pusha T, push a ton Push a ton of that shit that makes ya nose run Yes, I'm holdin', whether it's heat or coke in In the door panel of my four-wheel motion Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central Mine's mental, others is made up stencil When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in the rental I'm livid, they act as if I don't live it Saran wrap Vaseline, so they can't sniff it Yves St. Laurent knitted, shorts Bermuda You would think they was Pucci, if you overlooked Medusa Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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Written by: Chad Hugo, Jay Jackson, Terrence Thornton, Gene Thornton Jr., Pharrell Williams
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