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mob & tlc
Appears on the "world party"

Now will challenge goodie mob
To a game of laser tag
they say "what it is"
You "what it ain't"

(yeah)
Tlc, the
mob
The synergy of sounds
For the

What you do wit it
it is and what it ain't (what)
Either you it (we gon' bring it)
Or you
it gets kinda messy (sometimes)
Out
But we get by (what you wanna do it)
One day at a

I go eat
At house
112
I go out
Where do you
Or do you
Or a chain
Or rings
I still
My ghetto i
Keep my
Get on my
20 rims
I a brim
Hang with my
Go to the
Around the
And your change
The things
still remain so

Don't even look across the room
You don't enough about this world to
Ever get it on me
Or hang out I do

Don't even look from the floor
You don't have enough for no tour
To upon a girl like me
And not a possibility

She's a plastic girl
I'm a big man
I like old cars and big sedans
You two doors
their clothes and rolls
I sit on the
Sip some and
I the 9
When you're hot ho's
I do sweets you preferred the lows
I'm choose 'cause ya already chose
It's grown folk business and I'll run the

'cause you ain't enuff for me
And you ain't hot for me
And you ain't fly for me
And you're too with your money
'cause you ain't ghetto for me
And you ain't hot for me
And you ain't fly for me
And you're too tight your money

Shit my baby is still like hot fries
I come lovin' niggas
And give
With his eyes
Got turned gold
from two o's to thirty two lows
Which is enough to buy a
Ain't but nobody
in my place
Keep my diamonds out of face
You wanna be with player
Got to play at my
I'm slum but I can cum
Over there you're from
If you want bullshit you better buy you some

Shorty your booty (shorty)
where your gold teeth
Shorty where your nails
where your fake hair
Shorty got the
All up in the
To the 90's girl
You the too
I got your you got the front
time we pull it off in the woods
With the bump on them dubs ain't no
Don't I'm a ghetto millionaire
Can you see me it clear
I'ma keep on servin' here like I'm to baby

Don't be suffocatin' my
I'm recessitatin' these topics
Like bring your g's where loot
You're lookin' real dumb you get the boot
it is my road to me
Come from some of the of streets
Me custom to the club
With some of the hardest of
What it ain't you sleepin' with all the shit that I've been through
'cause i'ma keep doin' all the things that I to do
Damn it I'll put ass to work
your nappy head till it hurts

Where those saints
are the ropes
Take your up the street
Or you might hurt your
You know ghetto
When you don't up in court
For not payin' child support
Or you too for me
You act like too good to eat
At church's, popeye's, and
I shop at bright creek
In the mall where steep and deep
I hang out in head
You prefer
Your favorite color is hot
I that thing