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if you're bored, let's go see Roy, get 
Fucked up with the boys 
Calvin, Schmalvin, I'm well within my limit, oh hang on a minute, these mushrooms
I met her in a club down in old soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola [lp version:
Coca-cola]
see-o-l-a cola
She
Yeah! Pussies don't get pussy
Brooklyn (uh-huh)

Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil' bitch
Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and shit
know who you are
But you look like a star
And everybody here be thinkin'
Who's that boy?
Wanna take you home
And get you all alone
And everybody here is
would have you by my side
So many days, boy, that you took my pain away 'cause only you can heal my heartache
When we didn't have enough you made sure
I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola [lp version:
Coca-cola]
See-o-l-a cola
She walked
ball you don't want no problem homie
Last problem in the club somebody start dumpin'
I'm the main attraction y'all peons
Got a dope boy knot on me, no
And before the club close, The owner gon' respect mine
Spend a lot of money and that's the bottom line
Ten cars on chrome, Plus the neck shine
Baggy jeans
somebody should get there
You see girl, time is like money, both of which men loathe
Spend them both with me and then for sure you'll know

Baby, I come
nigga I'm by the buck
Don't look at the Ferrari you can't even buy the truck
Ya boy fresh out the hood and he hot as fuck
On a hunt for the cheese, keep
Difference is I own mine and you still owe
Slackin' in your mackin' can't save a hoe
Speculatin' at the bar over mohetoe
Like I betchya fall off, oh no he
me, no Mariah
They say the hood is mine, 
It's like the nigger was born against the wind
She, Johhny Frankenstein, 
My auto-mo is pretty as camorra
Boy, I done warned you
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
Better listen up close nigga, don't trip
Your heat's in the car, mine's in this
cause you boys ain't with you 
Little do they know, your girl roll harder than 
Some of yo niggas
Dig? 

Now what the hell is you lookin' for?
cause you boys ain't with you 
Little do they know, your girl roll harder than 
Some of yo niggas
Dig? 

Now what the hell is you lookin' for?
and don't speak

All why'all want to talk like we used to hang
'Cause I'm doin my thang, now you want to bask in my fame
That's why I stay out the club
Is you ready? 
Back by popular demand
Murderous specialist tactics 
Wu Tang Clan  no rehearsal or practice 
Niggaz ain't ready for this
Niggaz
luck
I'm that kid cats can't wait to scar up
But the show ain't over until the bottles is empty
Then girls run out the club, follow the Bently
luck
I'm that kid cats can't wait to scar up
But the show ain't over until the bottles is empty
Then girls run out the club, follow the Bently
mission is to cut
Dat really be blunt man get my dick sucked
Hut one, Hut two then she hiking my balls
Send her back to the club with your bitch
tryin' i'm not goin' to quit
The club was packed from wall to wall
The gangsta walk is what we call
Whn niggas are buckin'
I'm still gonna dance
The third
pretty boys can't be wild niggaz?
Loud niggaz, O.K. Corral niggaz
Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga
How nigga? Ask me again
the gift I spit 
The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped 
Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it 
Those that don't wanna feel it need to kill it
luck
I'm that kid cats can't wait to scar up
But the show ain't over until the bottles is empty
Then girls run out the club, follow the Bently
luck
I'm that kid cats can't wait to scar up
But the show ain't over until the bottles is empty
Then girls run out the club, follow the Bently