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Come on yall, hey And this how we gon do it How you likin me now in 97 kind of pimpish Hos get down like you live you know the business How you likin me now in 97 kind of pimpish Hos get down like you live... Nigga better check yourself before you think about fuckin with these Muthafuckas always makin the cheese 187s for the triggers we squeeze Fool please, like a bitch Drop to your knees Be the bad-ass fool in the game All the hos be scream my name Throwin that ass, its a damn shame Must the game So a nigga be bringin the pain Hos Still stand too tall and never fallin Player haters perpetrate Standin too close because we ballin No competition But they wishin they could dodge 5-0 Lay back in the cut Get sucked and fucked By a gang of hoodrat hos Thought you knew The way we bring it to you its on the real From the days of wayback packin my strap On the west side of the hill Always chill with a gang of hos Cluck cluck pesos everyday Be the bomb, show you love So all the skirts head my way P-a-i-d, no t-l-c Hell no, we never beg Take the dick down your throat Dont choke and open up them legs Nuff said Presidents dead cause you know That bes the business Get down like you live cause yall check it, what what is this How you likin me now in 97 kind of pimpish Hos get down like you live you know the business How you likin me now in 97 kind of pimpish Hos get down like you live you know the business How you likin me now, hey How you likin me now, uh, geah one two How you likin me now, geah, hey, geah I know the storys all the same But the names have changed so yall can peeps my mission Nigga gone off the weed Tryin to feed with speed and take my damn position Get my buck on, watch a nigga get the fuck on While he stabbin Im laughin My nigga just got his duck on Lovin it so it must be right cant be wrong With a pocket full of stones Rib bones and greenery, thats blown Home grown, watch your tone Homeboy you cant be from round here Westside bout it bout it, we blowin chronic all year No fear For all the niggas and bitches in short skirts Dont fuck around, represent the town, nobody gon get hurt More work, birds fly with ease, steady cluckin cheese, you know? And yall cant fuck around cause we dodge from 5-0 If you knew Then I guess its your time to straight go While you layin in the ground, I creep around and fuck your ho I thought you knew About this time We gotta get money I gotta get mine Chorus... Hey Come on yall Half ounce in the house one time Come on yall, hey X-facts in the house two times Come on yall, hey How you likin us now, geah

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