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Ahh, AHHHH Woo woo woo woo - the hit is out when we spit it out Let it out, and there ain't no doubt, when we hear you shout Woo woo woo woo! Get it on, witcha ghetto mom Precious metal on, when I get you home, shit it's on Woo woo woo woo - we ain't goin far, backseat of the car Baby doll, ghetto superstar, meet me at the bar Woo woo woo woo! And I got a big crew Hope you know the drinks is on you, so whatchu wanna do? [CRU] This is it now, I spit now Extra clips now, to make you shift now C-R-U, you doin it? We-are-too C and me, be-a-few Uz' weigh a ton, don't let your tongue slip You will not have a fade when I give you the clips but you will get faded, but why bother At this rap thing I'm like your grandfather's father, great Wait, every line counts! Money in our pockets, so let me find out Somebody wanna stop it? Deduct our profit? Dubbin the album instead of goin to cop it? Nines I cock it, one squeeze will pop it Get on my nerves and watch how how yo' block it Letras de cancionesCheeks I lock it, thrustin like a rocket 8-1-0, 7-3, criminal docket Local corners and projects, they knock it Me and yo' Bee is like Tubbs and Crockett Money in our pocket, y'all need to stop it You still in New York with a demo tryin to shop it I never had a flow like this before (that's right) Give it to me daddy til I beg for more (uhh) Ooh wee! Hit em in da head, give em what they lookin fo' Y-O-G, Chadio, we'll hook somebody up People in the club goin side to side (side to side) Dancin with their hands up high (uhh) Ooh wee! Hit em in da head, give em what they lookin fo' Y-O-G, Chadio, we'll hook somebody up Woo woo woo woo! The hit is out when we spit it out Let it out, and there ain't no doubt, when we hear you shout Woo woo woo woo! Get it on, witcha ghetto mom Precious metal on, when I get you home, shit it's on Woo woo woo woo - we ain't goin far, backseat of the car Baby doll, ghetto superstar, meet me at the bar Woo woo woo woo! And I got a big crew Hope you know the drinks is on you, so whatchu gon' do? [CRU] When I spits, I spits for them thugs cats Money under the rug cats, bust a slug cats Robbin the greedy and givin to the needy Frequent the spots to slow down the CD Walk in the streets where they gots no name And it's hot as the core of the devil's flame So go cop clothes, I'd rather cop nines (for real) for them thirsty ones that wanna stop mine [Yogi] I wake up in the mornin, got the yearnin for papes Madagas', for that ass, CD's and tapes Been through Grants like ?, you know, true indeed Flow tight like Patrick Ewing knees, pah-lease Turn haters to a life of a crime - take dat With a recipe, you couldn't make dat Where the dice? Pick em up, just SHAKE DAT Where that ass? On the dancefloor, SHAKE DAT, til you break dat Hands high like I'm hemp In the room with more bastards than Shawn Kemp Wrote some hits that's notable, you know a few Yogi, I won't stop until I'm quotable, loca I never had a flow like this before Give it to me daddy til I beg for more Ooh wee! Hit em in da head, give em what they lookin fo' Y-O-G, Chadio, we'll hook somebody up People in the club goin side to side (goin side to side) Dancin with their hands up high (side to side) Ooh wee! Hit em in da head, give em what they lookin fo' Y-O-G, Chadio, we'll hook somebody up Woo woo woo woo! The hit is out when we spit it out Let it out, and there ain't no doubt, when we hear you shout Woo woo woo woo! Get it on, witcha ghetto mom Precious metal on, when I get you home, shit it's on Woo woo woo woo - we ain't goin far, backseat of the car Baby doll, ghetto superstar, meet me at the bar Woo woo woo woo! And I got a big crew Hope you know the drinks is on you, so whatchu gon' do nigga? It's a new millenium C-R-U, The Mighty Ha, Chadio, Yogi Anybody wanna battle, we can take it there The streets, we can take it there Uh-huh, and it don't stop From Letras Mania