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(feat. Mr. Lil One) [Mr. Lil One: Talkin] Yeah it's mothafuckin Lil One Back in here With my dawg Shadow Representin Beyond Entertainment In the house Makin all these phat ass tracks For the bitches For the hoes And the nickel bags Peep it out Hey dawg tell em what time it is Homie [Mr. Shadow] To all my people in them Lo-Lo Chevolets Hittin corners rollin on them chrome daytonas Flags on the back representin to the fullest High lids poppin girls are jockin After cruisin we can do this Mobbin to the grill and parly all night To the next day drinkin Allezay or Presidente Swiggin Thinkin Slowly Blinkin Starin at the bottle that we've been drinkin Letras de cancionesSinkin like a ship but still I ain't gon quit And if you wanna bring the drama You better be packin an extra clip Don't slip cause if you fall You won't get up at all I rode with those fools That'll make your lives forever stall The darkest of them all Packin clothes like county jail Droppin bars like up in prison When you're posted up in that cell Shadow's bringin hits Makin hoochies move their hips Triple 6 - 1 - Triple 9 Buildin clout and stackin chips Pow [Chorus: Mr. Lil One] We can make you dance If you want us to (And you know this) We can take yo bitch If you want that to (Dumb ass) [x2] [Mr. Lil One] I got a back full of latex Gotta have the safe sex Never mind a nickel bag Fiendin for my pay check Let's begin Words up in the wind It's Lil One and Shad Comin through I fin to brag Brag about the sickness Bitches wanna hit this We the Mistahs Dressin like a drifter Roamin earlier in the mornin Bonin, vision gettin foggy Fuck her like a doggy Treat like a mut She's a nickel bag slut And back to the crib Knownin what she did The bitch already swallowed And gobbled up my kids Never did I trust her Didn't even lust her Just wanted to bust one Give myself a quicky The bitch was actin bitches I knowin that she's flithy Then back to the club Gotta get my groove on Bitches on my nuts So time for me to move on [Chorus] [Mr. Shadow] Ain't no tellin what we might do next We on a misson We headin to towards the border Smokin a blunt in a expedtion Lynchin any body tryin to act rowdy In the land of the sick Ain't no with's or but's about it Down a revolution, full of prostitution I thought I'd get a women But that shit was an illusion Cruisin with my dawgs Brakin laws like it was legal Now we're gettin pulled over So I reach into my pocket To get a C-Note Like Gelo I got my nigga Irey hallusinatin We got to hurry to club I got them bitches waitin I got the club Gettin love from everybody Cause everybody knows About the Shadow after parties Barcardi Allezay Henniasee and Don P All these fools want to kick Just to say they know me Agony or ecstacy It's either him or me It's a daily routine For me and the Little O-N-E [Chorus] From Letras Mania