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Play No Games (feat. Trick Daddy, Fat Joe & Oobie)
Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz & Oobie
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Here we come - here we come hoe - here we come Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come Move ************, get out the way hoe ****** that ************t, get out the way hoe Move ************, get out the way hoe ****** that ************t, get out the way hoe Move ************, get out the way hoe ****** that ************t, get out the way hoe Move ************, get out the way hoe ****** that ************t, get out the way hoe N****a Three Six Mafia burn inside the southern territorial Leavin' a memorial page in editorial When I watch yo back go front of Scarecrow Leave 'em stiff and froze my foes and hit 'em like Rose in China snow Wanna see the costs of the bosses comin' to toss it Ain't no losses, ain't no crosses, leave you dead in a closet Family recked from yo death-death, from yo early death Packin' some in jars, sendin' two off for the chef Cause I melt them with medicine I'm perscription called death when Oh there she go, old triflin' ************ Straight take a hoe ******, always out to lick And when ************t is gettin' thick Out the door she split She straight slick But I'm slicker than that ************ gon' get So now move ************, get out the way hoe and lay low So say hoe, you just another stank hoe Trickin' on the dance flo' Lookin' kinda slutty though I'm all about my money hoe when I bump on yo stereo And everywhere I go, it's the same old ************t Jumpin' drawz just like a broad, so bitch **** this now Move ************, get out the way hoe ****** that ************t, get out the way hoe Move ************, get out the way hoe ****** that ************t, get out the way hoe They know me from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul (Sean Paul) Slap the ****** out of each and all y'all (all y'all) I done seen ******z fall, I done seen ******z ball I done seen big girls shake with lil' bitty drawz (bitty drawz) And uh, the other day this ************ got smacked in the jaw (in the jaw) I done seen a whole lot, ******z ain't seen what I saw (yeah) I'm in it too deep, I could never come flaw (come flaw) If ya talkin' bout that pistol my ****** you better draw Okay, always sayin' ************t that I mean Pelle Pelle, A-Town ****** gotta come clean What's up mother******a what's up Time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up All these sissy ass hoes talkin' ************t about this lady Why you tryin' to doubt me baby I'm the ************t, you can't fade me Now look what done happened, we done hooked up with Eastside Boyz Bringin' noise Makin' moves like the ******' U-Haul boys Gangsta Boo be groovin' always choosin', what's up with you ****** Gangsta Boo be makin' nothin' but hits increase to bigger figures ****** don't play with the mutha******' don't play lady On the way, God damn what you ************ say N****a Move ************, get out the way hoe ****** that ************t, get out the way hoe Move ************, get out the way hoe ****** that ************t, get out the way hoe We comin' through like the Rock ************ Knock you out yo mother******' socks ************ Droppin' bows like nothin' wrong ************ ************ I'll break yo mother******' nose ************ Didn't we tell yo ass to move ************ Now yo head busted two ******' bricks So get yo fire and dip hoe Cause a ****** gone off that Quevo Why you still runnin' yo mouth ************ You must've not known who you ******' with We'll leave you dead in a ******' ditch Cause we runnin' with the Three Triple Six And them guns for them young hoes We'll leave ya firm like a dildo All my ******z doin' Fed time We'll leave yo belly filled with that iron Move ************, get out the way hoe ****** that ************t, get out the way hoe Move ************, get out the way hoe ****** that ************t, get out the way hoe Move ************, get out the way hoe ****** that ************t, get out the way hoe Move ************, get out the way hoe ****** that ************t, get out the way hoe I'm lookin' for them big butts Nothin but them quick sluts Something kinda freaky like skinny hoe givin' up Maybe a ******'ll take the camp Probably let her ride my lap Made playaz from the Memphis Tenn, Bitch I'm on the map I'm the kinda ****** bro' push a 450 hoe Down the strip, Hennessy I sip on the low-low Hit me on my funk horn Can record, make a porn movie Don't be choosy with this ****** Juicy What y'all know to be part of this You gotta be on some heartless ************t And whether it's legal or dirty, I'ma ball regardless trick And I don't give a ****** if you the tallest or the smallest ************ Don't none of you hoes know about this order ************t Chyna Whyte I live that street life And I ain't gon' be happy till I got my momma eatin' right Still the one to grip that mother******' heater tight And I'm still tryin' to find a mother******' key to life Ya heard me Move ************, get out the way hoe ****** that ************t, get out the way hoe Move ************, get out the way hoe ****** that ************t, get out the way hoe Move ************, get out the way hoe ****** that ************t, get out the way hoe Move ************, get out the way hoe ****** that ************t, get out the way hoe I might not be the freshest ****** up in the club But shoulda seen when I walked in the hoes said "What the ******" They saw me VIP in the VIP y'all With these Rollies and the royce they be wonderin' "Who are y'all" We be steppin' no less than 30 deep and thinkin' we some stars My enterage spendin' no less than 80 G's on they cars If I took you to my crib you probably wouldn't believe or think I'm liein' Check my soundscan hoe, if I'm liein' or dyin'
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