TotalKaosE
10-27-2004, 11:57 AM
We steppin inside the party. Mardi Gra-tay. Now nigga gimmie a shot a Bracardi, let it get up in my body. Make my body Body Rocc. I'm lookin at rappers so fulla shit, I'm just gonna stand against the wall, dawg, n pull on my dick. Tell the DJ dont even tell em we in here, we on the low. Mo Thuggin in VIP for me n my niggas, we on the floor. Hey, we finna get this party started right. Could ya put some thug music on. Like Bone Bone, to get a nigga vibin in my song. Hey, I hear the same shit, song after song, mane. How many times is you gonna tell us about you ballin, huh? How many ryhmes is you gonna write like that til ya fall off? Thats why we back, n we finna bomb in this bitch. Ring the alarm, better be warned when we mob up in here. So you better get with the thugs, n shut the fuck up, n back up off me. N I dont need no diamonds to shine, I floss me!
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Niggas talkin loud, but they aint really sayin nothin. Not a damn thang, damn thang
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Niggas talkin loud, but they aint really sayin nothin. Not a damn thang, damn thang
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