[Eightball] Yeah,
yeah This big 'Ball mayn, P. Diddy and MJG We raw mayn (we raw) if pimp
was a drug we'd O.D. (c'mon) Got game for days - betta keep yo' broad away
from a nigga like me I likes to play (I likes to play) Drop the top and
feel the summer breeze (let's go) I know you can get with that, flippin
through the city Bright lights and all my G's is out here rollin wit me
(c'mon) Big trucks, or fo'-deep in a old school Lookin for the hoes, at a
club - full of drunk fools (WHAT WHAT WHAT?) Who wanna get it krunk
non-stop (WHO YOU WIT? WHO YOU WIT?) Yo chill fo' dem guns pop Official
player anthem, say what you drankin shorty? Pop that Henn roll somethin
let's get this party started I roll with Bad Boys (Bad Boy) we like them bad
girls (bad girls) Them fast girls, them love to shake that ass girls (shake
that ass) Get with me, let's get a suite, order somethin to eat Tell me
things about you (c'mon) and I'll tell you things about me (Let's
go)
[Chorus: Faith Evans] Sho' nuff ridin, won'tcha come roll with
me Come on, roll with me We can put the top down on the highway and feel
the breeze We can feel the breeze Baby we can kiss the sky, don't matter
if we never come down We ain't never comin down Reppin N-Y-C and Memphis
Tennessee is how it goes down..
[P. Diddy] (Uh-huh, yeah
yeah) Yeah, uhh Let's blow the roof off (roof off) let's ride out (ride
out) Let's try to put these city lights out (lights out) Just flow with
me (flow with me) It's Diddy with some niggaz that y'all know with
me (Who?) Eightball & MJG (that's right) We got it man (c'mon) from
Harlem to Tennessee Let's roll through 'em, how I call it is how I see it
(that's right) Let yourself go (self go) the way I keep it real with a
smile that reminds you of my Bentley front grill (ehehe) Yes it's on again
(c'mon) to a place near you I'm lookin out my rearview, fresh gear too
(yeah) Holla at your man (holla at him) I'm clean and I'm tight
(c'mon) That's all day and night, these shoes fit me right Just bendin
corners - know just where you can find me picture this (picture this) you
only have to use yo' mind What you know good (you know good) It's your
world and I'm just in it (what?) It's just the way that God must have meant
it Speak of the man
[Chorus]
[MJG] Pimp tyte! M-J-G Fin'
to get up on the mic with a passion Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get
her ass in For the track, make my money Bring it on back to the middle of
the flo' I want the whole stack Plus I, need a little more, I gotta eat a
little mo' My seed gotta grow I got a reason to flow, a reason to
show What I mean is I go off like a champ, when I cling to the flo' My
twinkies shine when I hit the strip, 'llac dippin Strictly pimpin, as long
as tricks invest in women From the Memphis Tenn., to the N-Y-C I'm
representin I put mo' spice into yo' life than yo' entire kitchen Big
dickin, chokin hoes with anaconda If my pimpin was a drink it'd be a can of
Thunder I slang lumber, a spell I keep my women under Through all
seasons, they fall winter spring and summer I hit the highway smoked out
pistol grippin But I ain't trippin though I'm high as hell,
spaceship'n
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