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(feat. Fabolous, Cocoa Chanelle, Currency & Kardinal Offishall) [Fabolous:] Yeah I'm back diddy boppin' so when they see a pimp They ask "how the leg"? I tell'em you see a limp? Nigga hit below me that's why they hit me low If I did it by the book they would get me though A fat boy will get you quicker than Britney dough I'm OJ, cause the glove don't fit me so I'm in a different world girls like Whitney yo Few jelisa's couple denises Few patron's couple of geeses Dwayne wayne it, we flip glasses up Watching them close, keep the eyelashes up Cause they say the snake slip, but when the grass is up I don't dance, but my wrist down sometime Rocks are like Ciara and Chris Brown Combined Ashton Kuska, pass for Usher Omarion finger, R&B blinger [Red Cafe:] Yeah I'm back from the west, what else? I'm coming home With nothing but B's around me like a honey comb Nothing but, G's young boy, money grown Quarter Mill cash, shorty you need a loan? What else? A murder, murder, murder, murder, murder murder Letras de cancionesAny fool toy with the arm and hammer twirler I don't know how to dance I'm a smith serma I just float across the screen like I'm a cursor Before the freeze man, I was the weed man Had the chocolate and the browns like I'm from Cleveland S D on my neck, 41 deep With 2 clips, Arm and Hammer got it for cheap Sweep through in the Charger looking like Ladainian Tomilson, wrist wear color titanium Hamilton? We don't do that, we do franklin's Fulton, Flat Bush, Brooklyn Anthem! [Kardinal Offishall:] Kardinal! I don't know how to dance But I'm killing that wop while I'm saggin' my pants You can't tell I'm a foreigner from just one glance Cool yourself, and I don't take that chance From the 718 to the 416 Off of shells like an AK up in the Mix Stunt right through the back and we don't play with kids You know seven, let me show you what hip-hop is It's a whole lot of novel with a little bit of skill Like a video chick with a little E-grill I'm a big refill rap needed a re-up I'm here so celebrate, I'll twist your weed up This what happens when T.Dot in Brooklyn meet -up And the rude boys think I'm from shotta freed up Hip-hops dead but the money's still real Count all us back, T now how ya feel [Curren$y Da Hot Spitta:] Sports coupe, Z on Lights Sprain my finger, not a pinky on ice Neck full of swingers I done bought the same piece twice Difference city, difference club every single night Trick what? Lace who? That's ain't what spitta do Got a lotta gals cause the dimples in my face cute (Haha) I got a head full of waves too Currents is so hot it's amazing that I stay cool [Coco Chanelle] From Letras Mania