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What's up with you girl, (what's up daddy

What's up with you), we gon do this or what

(Can you handle this, do you think you can handle this)

You going hard as fuck, (I don't think you ready)

Some shit what to do, (you got to do this)

Get your ass in girl, (can you handle this)

Yeah that's what's up let's do it, (let's go baby)

[Mr. 3-2]

I'm in the zone on Patrone, back in this bar

Say a dude up in here, but I really don't bar

Going hard, barely on my ninth of tenth shot

Anybody got problems, meet me in the parking lot

No doubt, me and my thugs in here deep

Don't bump into me, or step on my feet

DJ, playing my favorite song

So I start getting crunk, on the microphone

It's on, lil' mama's taking it off

Shaking they thang, to bone the Big Boss

Last call, for alcohol

Only thing I wanna get into, is them drawas

Y'all, better not play with me

Just hit the exit do', with the G-O-V

See every week, it go down at the club

Broads showing love, table dance for a thug

[Hook - 2x]

It go down, for real at the after set

Baby girl going hard, and we just met

Have a couple drinks, and she don't know my name

Every weekend, we could do it again

[D.Z.]

36 karats on shine, when I fold up in the club

Lil' mamas on dick, and they all showing me love

Cause I'ma cut her up, the motherfucking average

In the streets a known savage, my lifestyle is lavish

In the V.I.P. sipping Remmy, at the bar

Surrounded by sugar brown, and yellow bone stars

And it's understood, that they all wanna fuck

Let's hit the parking lot, for a little head in the truck

Then it's back to spot, pop a lil' scooby snack

Put the X in her life, and see how that hoe act

I'm a mack slash P-I-M-P, to the heart

If you ain't talking bout nothing, then bitch don't even start

The conversating, about the moves that I'm making

D.Z., yes I believe in hoe breaking

Your bitch I may be taking, if she give me the sign

Don't hate the playa hate the game, and keep her ass in line nigga

[Hook - 2x]

[Cro$$]

The weekend's here, freaks come out at night

Tre-Deuce in the Harley, I pull up on my bike

We at the after H, in the parking lot

I'm staying strapped, I know that the sharks are out

Fall up in the club, strippers taking it off

To keep the scrilla, for Cro$$ no cost

So Cro$$ gon floss, peep the scene broads acting a fool

They all choose, but the three fuck rule got me rude

I'm clean as a whistle, swift with the pistol

Dimes all over me, trying to make it official

Hey little pretty, you leaving with me

Brown Texas scrilla boy, M-D-C

Five shots of Henny, got her feeling woozy

At the bar going hard, brights on ice on

Slip out the exit window, was no lights on

Cuz be tripping, realize that his wife gone

I get my pipe on, while she get her dyke on

X'd out won't stop, that's what I'm tal'n bout

She a fool with it, she a fool with it

X'd out won't stop, that's what I'm tal'n bout

[Hook - 2x]