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Name The Artist (2000s)

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You niggaz can't share my air Or walk a mile in the pair I wear And I'm gettin better year by year Like they say Wine do Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
I put you in the beach house Right on the edge of Costa Rica Put one of em lil' flowers in your hair Have you looking like a fly mamacita, fuego
Everywhere you go they stop and stare Cause you're bad and it shows From your head to your toes, Out of control, baby you know
Then I thought about it, no footage as I ram her Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island
Now hit the lights and check out all my functions, babe Girl, back that thing up so I can wax it, baby Honey, we gon' mess around and get a ticket, babe
But damn I love this feeling Cause I'm achin, breakin, shakin Will I make it through the night?
In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died The doctor said I had blood clots But I ain't Jamaican man Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make a band I swear this right here is history in the making man
Girl if you man start actin' up, ask for him or ask for me. 'Cuz see, we could go get it crackin, but you know what'll happen, we be under the covers, makin' love to each other.
Ready to go bananas 2 vests on me, 2 techs, extra clips on me I know my mind ain't playing tricks on me I ain't skitz hommie Ain't no body drop a nick on me
So click it or ticket lets see your seat belt fastened Trunk rattlin’ like two midgets in the back seat wrestlin Speakerboxx vibrate the tag, make it sound like aluminum cans in a bag
So stop acting and get it clapping 'Cause I'm knowing you feeling me Yeah you cute But don't let that shit go to your head 'Cause with this cutie won't do Pimping another one will
Got the damn top dropped two colored flip flopped Candy red lollipop There's hoes in the parking lot But i still got my glock cocked New money motherfucker don't you see the big knot
I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind Now shorty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow Her girlfriend willing to get bi and they ready to go
Run a mile - for the cause, I'm righteous above the law Playa my style's raw, I'm "Born to Mack" like Todd Shaw
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Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin With lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters Cops and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
I would'nt trade you for the world I swear it, I like ya hair and every style that ya wear it, And how the colors cordinate wit ya clothes, from your manicured nails to ya pedicured toes
Grab the mic, spit one, let me hit that blunt Pimp-C, 8-Ball, and MJG Keep spittin' that P to the I-M-P
All the rappers be hating, off the track that I'm making But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
All my ladies let me see ya put a twist wit it You can't do like me, I'm by myself I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
When you call her on her cellular, she tell you she don't need Not a goddamn thang, you a hot damn thang If you think you finna get her with a goddamn chain You insane, boy you better get some goddamn change
Belvedere in the rear of the club Pulled up on dubs and we 'bout to go and buy the bar up
When you need a shoulder to lean on Never hesitate knowing you can call on, your soul-mate And vice versa, that's why I be the first to See Jacob's and frost your wrist up
You catch me at yo' local party Yes, I crank it everyday Haters gettin' mad 'cause "I got me some Bathin' Ape"
But you like a bitch with no ass: You ain't got shit Motherfucker, I'm ill, not sick And I'm okay, but my watch sick, yeah, my drop sick
Keep kicking ass in the morning and taking names in the evening Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out