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a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I all the wheels and it's real
a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, a reason
a go
Squad in the club wit me tryna find a chick to in love wit me
a go
Mami hit me on the jack me meet her at the spot
And I'm to call her back, its a go

come scoop you, try to seduce you
Half and Chinese, she gave me the fu-fu
A little bit of that, wan-tan
From the hood, got more chips wan-tan

But matter fact, got more cheese nacho
Not from rap, when I to fuck wit Pancho
I'm in the class, all by
Now you haters crowd my space

Hundred grand all in your face, better fix ya face
For butterfly-stitch ya face
If ya bitch outta line, put the bitch in
If the record 'Just' get the blaze, nigga

Put in back, on the block for
The Roc get hot, let 'em "It's the Roc, in ya area"
You warn ya folks
They to see a real clique, but now

a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and real
a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a
a go
Squad in the club wit me tryna find a chick to in love wit me
a go
Mami hit me on the jack told me meet her at the
And I'm 'bout to her back, its a go

Highest paid act, highest to rap
I myself, and pay myself back
Ha, man you gotta love
When pockets on "E" man you gotta hug that
Corner like you wanna proposal and that
Kill a for the scrilla man I'm not above that

Oh hold on Young, let me get it
You got in these streets, Lord, let me get a gat
Boy you now tuned the greatest
Can't us, join us, can't fade us, hate us

Nigga nothin', my crew and half dozens
That's 'cause we scramble, like we Vick's half
Boy and get ya mind right
We gon' put you on the news, you want lime nigga
Channel 2 or Channel 4, you what 9 like nigga
men, we put on UPN

a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor all the and it's real
a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a
a go
Squad in the club wit me tryna a chick to fall in love wit me
a go
Mami hit me on the jack told me her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to her back, its a go

One, in the club, two, models to go
Three, bottles of Arma', four, of dro
Five shots to draw, my six took off
Seven you make Heaven, or eight, a go

Mami got that ice in ya
Long legs skirt, what you mean, everything's a go
My thugs out die of the wit Timbs
Nine on ya waist, roll we gettin' in

Nigga I'm back for, I'm willin' to boy
You holdin' me back go
I into action, Brooklyn I'm back for
I'm bringin' it back boys

a go
And I washed the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and it's real
a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, a reason
a go
Squad in the wit me tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me
a go
Mami hit me on the told me meet her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to her back, its a go