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Yo Dre
Say you wanna pull up in the spot Say you talkin' while hot you in the box
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop Pop pop pop pop pop pop
Slap a thot, one, two, op Shawty ran down on a nigga, he pop
Think it shit sweet but it's hotter than a rock
Just ran down on sis in a lock Split one time, next time you get rocked
Blick one, blick two, talkin' at the top Ran through bum who, money all I got
Dashing, racing, fighting for a spot Take my lose, you drop drop drop
Don't play games but I play with a Glock Shot a nigga down, I was sittin' on the block
Think it shit sweet when I aim, it go pop Run up in the spot with a op, caught a mop
Give me all them facts so I'm aiming at your nop
One wrong slip, got my finger on a stick Aim it to your head, got the shit bout to rip
Talk hot shit, now I got it at your jaw Pop pop pop, can't hear no more
One, two, three, now I'm knockin' at your door Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
Hold on Say you wanna pull up in the spot
Say you talkin' while hot you in the box Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
Pop pop pop pop pop pop Slap a thot, one, two, op
Shorty ran down on a nigga, he pop Think it shit sweet but it's hotter than a rock
Just ran down on six in the lock Spent one time, next time you get popped
Blick one, blick two, took it at the top Ran through bum who, money all I got
Money all I got, money all I got, hold up
Say you wanna pull up in the spot Say you talkin' while hot you in the box
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop Pop pop pop pop pop pop
Slap a thot, one, two, op Shawty ran down on a nigga, he pop
Think it shit sweet but it's hotter than a rock
Just ran down on sis in a lock Split one time, next time you get rocked
Blick one, blick two, talkin' at the top Ran through bum who, money all I got
Dashing, racing, fighting for a spot Take my lose, you drop drop drop
Don't play games but I play with a Glock Shot a nigga down, I was sittin' on the block
Think it shit sweet when I aim, it go pop Run up in the spot with a op, caught a mop
Give me all them facts so I'm aiming at your nop
One wrong slip, got my finger on a stick Aim it to your head, got the shit bout to rip
Talk hot shit, now I got it at your jaw Pop pop pop, can't hear no more
One, two, three, now I'm knockin' at your door Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
Hold on Say you wanna pull up in the spot
Say you talkin' while hot you in the box Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
Pop pop pop pop pop pop Slap a thot, one, two, op
Shorty ran down on a nigga, he pop Think it shit sweet but it's hotter than a rock
Just ran down on six in the lock Spent one time, next time you get popped
Blick one, blick two, took it at the top Ran through bum who, money all I got
Money all I got, money all I got, hold up
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