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There are two rules to remember if you wanna have a good time Rule number one, never run out of Colt 45 Rule number two, never forget rule number one Bitches say I'm too smooth Trendsettin’ since a little dude Nowadays I'm in a different mood I'm in it to win it, then I can’t lose Watch me work harder Think out of the box and be smarter (What up?) The loudest in the room, done They always recognize a grimy one (Haha) I talk like a pimp (Let's go, what up, ma?) My gun heavy, that's why I walk with a limp (Brrah) Need to chill out, I'm always tense (Uh-huh) Forty a night, you on the bench (What up?) Hypnotize you with this deep voice Your bitch a slut, she got no choice Twin flyin' in the Rolls Royce They like to see me stunt, that keep the chicks moist Duh-duh Let's go Movin' out From Letras Mania