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Yeah, Big Boi, and don't forget boy Only thing, you could be is down when it hit boy I'm just a bridge boy, tryna get Rich Boy Put some new D's on all of that, with the switch boy Two chains, two tits boy You niggas know the deal Blu Pharrell like Clipse boy Mike Jack off The Wall like Quince boy You think I'm just showing my ass, you thinking Prince, Bo-oy! You used to care boy, you claiming killer but that glove don't fit, boy You ain't holding no weight, no real bricks boy You niggas pitching wishes at the well with the fish boy Fuck is this boy thinking, he ain't this boy We the shit boy, take a shit and make a wish and find a grave to dig, cause we REAL, boy! Take a Que get off of the Tip boy And cough it up cause, ah you ain't shit boy You should sit boy, sis boy Drink a fifth, take a piss and take the dick Sit and put hair on your chest, Boyz II Men boy! These lil' niggas bugg-in', gotta quit the front-in' Wet behind the ears, baby boy you just a young-in' Rookie you ain't rough enough for buck-in' noth-in' You ain't thuggin', nah you ain't thugg-in' I bet you tight you wanna fight, boy It's passed your bedtime tonight, boy This shit don't happen overnight, boy Letras de cancionesJust calm down, you'll be alright, boy We brought it back son, like wax son You just whack son, yeah whack! Brought Jill to the jam and got gat son You don't know what you've got until it's Janet Jackson We go back son, like that son '88, you was based off crack son Me I was putting bass on a track son I had a ?, smack you in your face when it slap sumtin' Ask son if it shine like the black son Didn't think sort of ink could flood the map son So heavy that the levees had to crack son And make you crap son, for making crap son Don't cry son, there's no pride son You getting stung like dad whipping that ass For that last report card you had, you barely passed son Pass son the math, we getting cash, Boyz II Men! These lil' niggas bugg-in', gotta quit the front-in' Wet behind the ears, baby boy you just a young-in' Rookie you ain't rough enough for buck-in' noth-in' You ain't thuggin', nah you ain't thugg-in' I bet you tight you wanna fight, boy It's passed your bedtime tonight, boy This shit don't happen overnight, boy Just calm down, you'll be alright, boy So what you thought kid? You was the boss kid? You manage Ross kid I'm Rick Ross Off kids' heads coming off the top kid We coming off the block with the Glocks kid They gon' pop so they don't get popped kid Then pop shit and turn it to a mystery, pop quiz Popped Jizz now it is what it is kid Tom Hanks, Chris Wallace, big kid I'm like the Juice Crew I know the Biz kid Rakim before the ? , Wiz Kids Peabody at the party Piss kids off, when I spit kid, talk to the dick kid Kids lost, run around with the shark Drowned in the ground, and got found in the park Tossed in the ditch, for walking with the 5th He stalkin' after darted your heart Can I live? kid It's back to this kid We pack the clips kid Boyz II Men kid These lil' niggas bugg-in', gotta quit the front-in' Wet behind the ears, baby boy you just a young-in' Rookie you ain't rough enough for buck-in' noth-in' You ain't thuggin', nah you ain't thugg-in' I bet you tight you wanna fight, boy It's passed your bedtime tonight, boy This shit don't happen overnight, boy Just calm down, you'll be alright, boy From Letras Mania