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mob & tlc
Appears on the "world party"

Now t-l-c challenge goodie 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 it ain't (what)
Either you bring it (we gon' 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 wear a
Or platinum
I maintain
My side i
my pride
Get on my
20 inch
I a brim
with my girls
Go to the
Around the
And your change
The finest
Will remain so

Don't look from across the room
You know enough about this world to
get it on with me
Or hang out I do

Don't even look from across the
You don't 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
their clothes and rolls
I sit on the
Sip and pose
I the 9
When you're hot ho's
I do sweets while you preferred the
Tonight I'm choose 'cause ya chose
It's grown folk and I'll run the floor

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

Shit my baby is ghetto like hot fries
I come from lovin'
And give
his bloodshot eyes
Got turned gold
from two o's to thirty two lows
Which is to buy a rolls
but nobody knows
Stay in my
Keep my diamonds out of your
You wanna be this player
Got to at my pace
I'm slum but I can cum
Over there you're from
If you want some bullshit you better buy you

Shorty your booty (shorty)
where your gold teeth
Shorty where your long
Shorty where your fake
got the attitude
All up in the
To the 90's girl
You the too
I got your back you got the
It's we pull it off in the woods
With the on them dubs ain't no scrubs
Don't conceal I'm a millionaire
Can you see me gettin' it
I'ma on servin' here like I'm supposed to baby

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

Where saints stop
These are the
your wealth up the street
Or you might hurt throat
You you're ghetto
you don't show up in court
For not payin' your support
Or you too for me
You act like you're too to eat
At church's, popeye's, and
I shop at bright creek
In the mall where it's steep and
I hang out in head
You prefer
Your favorite is hot pink
I love that