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| [Lil' Flip: Talking] Smoke somethin*coughing* I mean you gotta get intoxicated If you wanna be a rock star It's Gates, Young Noble-Outlawz, Clover G's Real talk, we got here [Verse 1: Lil' Flip] Come with me ma, let me show you how a gangsta do it This for the club but this gangsta music(oooh) I told valater fetch my car And hurry up but don't wreck my car Let's go to Rosco's or M & M's-cause they got the best soul food My pinky ring lime green-my bracelet so blue The Coupe is so new-the roof is closed too I got ya back if any cat approach you Cause when that liquor talkin they take it too far And you ain't know that old beef, cause new scars Me and my crew stick together like velcrow That's cause we got more stripes then a shelltoe You smell dro-but hell no you can't hit it I don't care if you rap-so nigga don't spitt it That's when the valie came with my drop top The after party at my suite, now let's hit I-Hop Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [Chorus x2: Lil' Flip] Baby girl I'm a mack, you conversatin with a star My pistol on me but ya dude gotta walk to the car Cause you know I wanna chill with you I'm on that Goose and a pill or two [Verse 2: Young Noble] Bein a straight G, ain't easy to be Which one of ya'll leavin with me? It's easy to see, it's poppin where ever we stoppin Get money it ain't even a option Lil'mama I don't deal with the non sense You dealin with bosses So everything is business, no feelings involved in Bring ya crew to the street Ma let me catch you slippin, I'm a put you to sleep I don't play them games, what's my name? It's Real Talk Entertainment-I ain't gotta explain This for the Macks out in Sac-all my playas in the back Niggas ain't gotta flaw, you know they got stacks Wrong nigga to run up on you lay flat Whatever you thinkin it is-it ain't that Baby whatever you drinkin tonight-I got that Shawty whatever you drinkin tonight-I got that [Chorus x2: Lil' Flip] [Verse 3: Lil' Flip] I'm bout to throw a all white party like P Diddy It's goin down all night if you wanna come with me I gotta bag of that sticky, I got my canabis with me Just take off ya Vickies, but don't leave me no hickies I'm a pull up my Dickies and we can get us a quickie While we listen to Fifty in the back of the Bentley I'm still packin a semi-my new Mac, in the Hemi When I'm back in the city, my Cadillac lookin pretty(ya dig) [Chorus: Till End] |
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