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Sexy chica that'll pop the cris While they watchin' you lick your lips And you can puff the lye and you can pimp and ride And you can thug until the day you die Now you can smoke the blunts, tote the gats And be the phatest one with the Lex Homeboy you can pop the X, you can try sex With the set tatted on your neck You can be the H to the Izzo, V to the Izza Really don't matter what y'all jiggas sizzay You can live it up but you still gonna pizzay Where you gonna run on Judgment dizay Chorus Hell yeah |
You can go to Hell yeah If you don't change, change, change, change, change Uh hua, chang, change, change, change, change (repeat) You can be like Pastor Troy and them New Orleans boys Everyone flossin' up in the toys Candy coated chevy comin with the noise Everybody grinnin ''cause it's shiney boys Everytime I turn around I see a jitter bug Now the jitter bug wanna be a thug Momma and Daddy and them ain't show no love If you don't switch it up I'm gonna tell you what 50 years old still up in the club Pay to see the young girls shake their butt |
Don't need another drink, look at your gut Need to go home, old nasty butt I'm gonna tell you what, switch it up Chorus I represent Carolina and the M-I-A Ft. Lauderdale and by the way, all my homies that's in the Bay 5-0-3 what can you say Atlanta, GA, can't forget VA, NYC and the USA, USA, USA Everybody in the USA Chorus |
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