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Lyricist: Mase, Jermaine Dupri, Blinky Blink, Stase, Huddy Combs & Loon
Lyrics:
(Jermaine Dupri:) Yo, I'm still lookin' at the game y'know - heh heh And I see that it's alot a niggas that's just frontin' Basically, 'ya nahmean?
(Blinky Blink:) Yo, I'm doin' 150 wildin' - uh huh Headin' out to City Island I see this shorty with the pretty smile and - uh huh Pushing a Prelude 'Hey you', diamond stud up in your navel Actin' like it cost nine G's - c'mon A real fine queen, eyes was light green - yeah And had a tattoo written in Chinese Only 25, spent her money wise Work out everyday, I could tell by her tummy size
(Stase:) Damn, you got some funny eyes
(Blinky Blink:) Yea, I blink a lot, drink a lot - mmm You could catch me at the rink a lot - uh huh But enough about me ma, you look amazing Are you Haitian?
(Stase:) I'm half that and half Asian, my name is Raven Live in New Haven - yeah 'Till I find the right man, my virginity I'm savin' - uh huh
(Blinky Blink:) The things I was sayin', honey might be blazin' I took her to the Days Inn, of course She gave in (c'mon)
(Stase:) No disrespect, you look nice and shit (I know) And I ain't really tryin' to price your shit Yeah, yeah so stop I'm sayin' I like that Platinum on your wrist But why isn't no ice in this?
(Jermaine Dupri:) Same reason why, baby girl, that ain't your hair No the fuck, you did not You the same one rockin' your home girl's gear Oh no boo, this was mine In fact, why you tryin' to hate on me? Cuz' we both frontin', basically, 'ya heard? Basically?
(Loon:) Uhh (2x) I be that slick thug, see me in the strip club - yea With Dominican chicks, about to get my dick rubbed - uh huh Shit bug, how I lay up and sip Bud You could front if you want, lay in puddles of thick blood - c'mon Cuz' I get love yeah, where ever I go And I'd die for my niggas, but never no hoe So you know that the life I lead is twice your speed A brown skin mami, that's the wife I need - uh huh Light that weed, front, nigga might just bleed I might just squeeze, matter of fact I might just leave Cuz' I don't need a hoe that drink Moet by the liter If you don't like me, I ain't feelin' your ass neither - ha ha I need a true diva, pushin' a two-seater (yea) That's alright, let my wife, my crew meet her In other words, I need a chick off the meter The type that wild out when I eat her - c'mon
(Jermaine Dupri:) Same reason why, baby girl, that ain't your hair No the fuck, you did not You the same one rockin' your home girl's gear Oh no boo, this was mine In fact, why you tryin' to hate on me? Cuz' we both frontin', basically, 'ya heard? Basically?
(Huddy Combs:) Hey, yo, Huddy? In the door - hey Waiter, give me four - hey Bitches they adore - hey From here to Wichita - hey I'm a jiggy cat, baggy jeans with fitted hats - uh huh Where my niggas at? At the bar, where titties at You know I spend dough, get in clubs with Indo And bet my shit blow like a block on Crenshaw I'm poppin' Cris', hoe - uh huh While you sippin' on Cisco, I'm at the disco Reminiscin' on 'Frisco, and this go To honeys who be knowin' your name, knowin' your fame - yea Know you rock a Rolley and chain But it don't stop, so get-it, get-it The Huddy hit-it, hit-it - uh huh She saw my ice, she was really wit it She wanna settle down, be committed - yea She saw the drop with the TV's in it Shit, I gotta pay this hoe a visit
(Stase:) Oh no, Boo Boo You won't be payin' - what Anything over here except the rent - c'mon
(Jermaine Dupri:) Same reason why, baby girl, that ain't your hair No the fuck, you did not You the same one rockin' your home girl's gear Oh no boo, this was mine In fact, why you tryin' to hate on me? Cuz' we both frontin', basically, 'ya heard? Basically? (Repeat)
(Jermaine Dupri:) Yeah, you know you wanna be over here Fake ass, yeah
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