C'mon ah Ah, what? C'mon, ah, what? Ah, C'mon, c'mon, ah, Ah, 1 Life 2 Live, what? Ah,
Live, huh? Yeah, y'all cats ready, I'm just too much When I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too If I ain't known you twenty years, I don't you much Roll with but thugs and hustlers
Yeah, I care if they crackin' down I'm a drug graduate without the and gowns I used to have a for buying gats and pounds And I laugh in my rhymes 'cuz you cats is
you down, patch you down We take yo and we blast yo' round Pass the to the new female king This is real dog, you but a Lee Nail thing
Like the end of the we put it all to a stop and Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all flock And you go against us and you all flop When we reign, you gon' need than a mop
nobody do it like we do (What, what, what, what, what) Can't do it like we do (What, what, what, what)
nobody do it like we do (What, what, what, what, what) Can't nobody do it like do (What, what, what, what)
we spit, yo we never run outta rounds This is life ball not football, you bounds Since of you people's houses I be cruisin' around Slow it down I think that I'm losing you now
For those that's not lost, tell hoe's to stop 'Cuz the union is in here, it up When they shoot you suppose to Look at them by the bar posing (Say what?)
We don't who we toast in here We get you for how you gross this year You not a punk, you suppose to Better not come out until the coast is
Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how get a deal that fast But even without rap game I still have cash My wears a money whiz, I'm trickin' buying Vicky Secret Just to cover her hair
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Can't do it like we do (What, what, what, what, what) Can't do it like y'all do (What, what, what, what)
Uh oh, you didn't I was coming My people can't stand for the man To rock or with bad I can determine what chu gon' do Are ya gon' play it? Are ya gon'
The party ain't start if ya don't dance I care if you leave, but you still be my man I don't get mad silly pettiness I say to hell with it, say oh, well it
Timbaland is known watch him make ya ya feet Make dope beats, rhyming so unique His beats are like Sean and Castor Troy Ya need the same to find how he soars
He's the wicked man, the wicked just him Timbaland the resurrection Clear ese, don't try to from ya fear ese, don't ya hear the set got in ya ear?
Clear ese, is the love man you're talking to ese, his beats are dope, I try to tell you Can't see us in the nine eight or the nine nine (Freaky freaky)
You're (Freaky) late (Freaky) You're (Hey, and guys) You're
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Can't do it like we do (What what what what) Can't nobody do it y'all do (What what what)
Can't do it like we do (What what what what) Can't do it like we do (What what what)
nobody do it like we do (What what what what) Can't nobody do it like do (What what what)
y'all, the public is y'all the public Ya do it so well this goes out to Quiet Storm, Z-man, 1 Life 2 Live, Man Wanna y'all for makin' us who we are today