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mob & tlc
Appears on the "world party"

Now t-l-c will challenge mob
To a game of ghetto 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
What it is and what it (what)
Either you it (we gon' bring it)
Or you
Sometimes it kinda messy (sometimes)
Out
But we get by (what you do wit' it)
One day at a

I go eat
At waffle
112
I go out
Where do you
Or do you
Or a chain
Or rings
I still
My side i
my pride
Get on my
20 inch
I sport a
Hang with my
Go to the
Around the
And your change
The finest
Will still so

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

Don't even from across the floor
You have rhyme enough for no tour
To come upon a girl me
And not a possibility

She's a built plastic
I'm a big man
I like old cars and big sedans
You like two
Funding their clothes and
I sit on the
Sip some and
I the 9
When you're humpin' hot
I do sweets while you the lows
Tonight I'm 'cause ya already chose
It's grown folk business and run the floor

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

Shit my baby is ghetto like hot fries
I from lovin' niggas
And give
With his eyes
Got into gold
Went from two o's to two lows
Which is to buy a rolls
Ain't but nobody
in my place
Keep my diamonds out of your
You wanna be with player
Got to play at my
I'm slum but I can cum
Over there where from
If you want some bullshit you buy you some

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

Don't be my pockets
While I'm these topics
Like bring your g's your loot
You're lookin' real when you get the boot
it is my road to me
Come from some of the hardest of
Me navigate to the club
With of the hardest of beats
it ain't what you sleepin' with all the shit that I've been through
'cause i'ma doin' all the things that I gots to do
it I'll put your ass to work
Comb your nappy head till it

Where those saints
are the ropes
Take your up the street
Or you hurt your throat
You know you're
When you don't up in court
For not payin' your child
Or you too for me
You act you're too good to eat
At church's, popeye's, and
I shop at bright creek
In the mall it's steep and deep
I hang out in bank
You buckhead
favorite color is hot pink
I that thing