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as they are not there And their time?s tickin? like an auto mare First nigga pop up an? we gave them the piece Next nigga probably leave ?em under the sheets

your head lean back, yo, touch your feet Let me see you pop that thang right there girl in your seat Feel the heat, count this page amongst your whitest sheets

know Sugar pop get at P, The Doc beat Make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets You know, I got what it takes To make the club go outta control Quit playin' turn the music

know Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat Make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets You, know, I, got What it takes to make the club go outta control Quit playin', turn the music

be actin' fly But inside it's the LB slide Music pumpin' smokin' skunk gettin funkdafied While Ro, pretty Lou, J Bowl n' Bo We just a fiend in effect Nigga pop

know Sugar pop get at P, The Doc beat Make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets You know, I got what it takes To make the club go outta control Quit playin' turn the music

that Shadyville chain That 380 spill brains, when I pop shots Outside NY, in front of hip-hop cops Or broad day in L.A., I'ma tell Em and Dre This ***** bootlegging my music

hands approaching me i sniff your fingers one by one to find out what seasoning you been lickin' off yo plate before tryna pop this coochie musical

'll notice the sound of steady pounding' Like a jackhammer once on it, ya can't cop out I'm pounding' ya down until your eyeballs pop out I'm not your