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[Noreaga] Yeah nigga - part four muh'fucker Thugged out nigga (Grimey) Neptunes - nigga what nigga (Grimey) Violator - nigga what nigga (Grimey) This shit is serious - type serious (Grimey) Uh, uh-uh, nigga what nigga (Grimey) Uh, uh-uh, nigga what nigga (Grimey) Uh, uh-uh, part four nigga (Grimey) Yo, yo, yo It's like fuck, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury nigga I smoke boogies, conspiracy theory It's like I'm Malcolm, with just the X These bitches swear they in love but it's just the X Niggas act like, my coke ain't long in stress Like I don't keep two shotguns, under my chest I flip, obsolete see I'm the king of the streets And show muh'fuckers how to rhyme on Neptunes' beats In Miami, Pun shoulda, won the Grammy This year I'll bring the shit home to his family Go 'head, and keep hatin, until you receive Mad volts in your chest plate, hard to breathe See you a hater like Star & Buc, nigga what And fuck Tommy Boy, them niggaz just suck I'm the ultimate, gun on my dick, hoes swallow my spit Wanna drink every bottle I sip [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Nigga when that heat, is bustin off And the ambulance come, and rush you off And the witness like - we don't know dem boys Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey Then we resume, hangin with stars Then we live in fat houses and fat ass cars Then we drive and scream - nigga FUCK the law Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey [Noreaga] Yo, yo I alternated with the greatest, upgraded my speech We Violator violatin, y'all niggaz capiche? It's unsafe like late night on (?) Beach Drink some river ranches and get slurped at least Let's have fun wit it, in the Bridge my niggaz dunn wit it Niggaz had hit records, but we done did it Pop a collar; see them chicks they like to holla N.O.! You know them hoes already know they gotta swallow Money like Nutty Professor - fat as fuck Fou Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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