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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, gimme a
a go
Squad in the club wit me 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 to call her back, its a go

Bleek scoop you, try to seduce you
Half Black and Chinese, she me the fu-fu
A little bit of that, soup
From the hood, got more then 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 wanna crowd my space

grand all in your face, motherfucker better fix ya face
For they ya face
If ya bitch line, put the bitch in place
If the sound 'Just' get the blaze, nigga

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

a go
And I just the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and it's 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 fall in wit me
a go
Mami hit me on the jack me meet her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to her back, its a go

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, 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