| Yeah
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| Oh Oh
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, get nigga
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| Redman got fire nigga
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| Shots are in your hood when I’m high nigga
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| Shots of Cuervo are fuckin up my liver
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| Shots from the cameras on my niggas
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| Girlfriend drunk, so I’ll jump around wit her
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| I step inside, you’re quiet like a mime nigga
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| My watch do more things than James Bond nigga
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| I’m gonna do it now, I ain’t gonna try nigga
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| (Put it down, put it down, put it down girl)
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| You better grind, cause you ain’t spending mine girl
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| When Timbaland plan and I’ll do the ground work
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| Whether you in Timbs, Air Force, or Converse
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| Let me see the high niggas on the left side
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| And whole muthafuckas smokin on the right side
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| You sayin «fuck Gillahouse» nigga likewise
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| This is how I walk up on your ho — «Hey!»
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| Put it down
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| Put it down, put it down, put it down
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| (Niggas, you gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down)
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| Put it down, put it down, put it down
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| (Bitches, you gots to get down, show you how we get it down)
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| (Get nigga)
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| Put it down, put it down, put it down
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| (Niggas, you gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down)
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| Put it down, put it down, put it down
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| (Bitches you gots to get down, show you how we get it down)
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| Who am I nigga
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| That dude who arrive nigga
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| With a blueprint to all your supply nigga
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| Fifteen percent tint on the 'fire nigga
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| Sometimes I don’t know what’s inside nigga
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| Let me show you how bricks get it live nigga
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| The Time Warner’s of the block, showtime nigga
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| I hit a chick, kick her out, I ain’t battlin her
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| A golddigger I can see the green mile in her
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| (Put it down, put it down put it down fool)
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| The flashy ones get robbed in the bathroom
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| «Yo get up, yo it’s jewelry — it’s costume» (Hahaha)
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| Rollin like drunk cowboys at high noon
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| Let me see the high niggas on the east side
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| And whole niggas get high on the west side
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| A punk nigga outta line, he get checked like
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| I roll up on his ho and say «Hey!»
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| Put it down
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| Look in my eyes nigga
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| You see a great ball of fire nigga
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| My trail is blazin, that’s right, I’m high nigga
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| A hard hip hop hitman for hire nigga
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| My rims are so big, I fucked my alignment up
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| Grown as hell, I don’t throw signs nigga
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| I continue to Flipmode’s like Rhy nigga
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| Barbershop talk, come get you a line nigga
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| It’s permanent press steam on the iron nigga
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| (Put it down, put it down, put it down girl)
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| Wherever you pop shit you get found there
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| Bitch you hot, little tacky with the horse hair
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| Gillahouse, it’s your year and it’s on baby
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| Where them high muthafuckas on the left side
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| I know there’s drunk muthafuckas on the right side
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| You sayin «fuck Redman» nigga likewise
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| This is how I walk up to your ho — «Hey!»
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| Put it down
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| Gillahouse
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| Gotti Click
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| Yo Brick City, you know what it is
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| Holla atcha fuckin boy
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| Bring em back |