Album: Doe Boy Fresh (Single) Song: Doe Boy Fresh Typed by: compbuttons@hotmail.com
[DJ Paul talking] Yeah, Hypnotize Minds Three 6 Mafia, Academy Award Winners Chamillionaire, we stronger than ever, for real Da last to walk It's goin' it's goin' down
[Hook] I stay dope boy, dope-d-dope boy fresh Yeah, fresh, fresh, fresh Now what I is boy Dope boy, dope-d-dope boy fresh Yeah, fresh, fresh, fresh Now what I is boy Dope boy, dope-d-dope boy fresh Yeah, fresh, fresh, fresh Now what I is boy Dope boy, dope-d-dope boy fresh Yeah, fresh, fresh, fresh Now what I is boy
[Verse 1 - DJ Paul] Another day another dollar, another night to make a ho holla I pop her cherry then I pop my collar I pop brand new tags off of brand new clothes Brush my hair back and kick the ho out the do' Flip a corner see which ride I'm pullin' up out the garage Wireless transmitters send the bump from my bard Pull a pack out and fill my body up with sin Ten o'clock at night but my day has just begin Oh-seven Murciélago with the wings out I usually never drive it but I heard the hoes out Fresher than a mint leaf, smellin' like a coca leaf Center of attention, hoes smilin' cause they wants to be
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[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire] Hey, streets know how I gets my grands Try to snatch it better switch ya plans Pull a stack out my Dickies pants Slap a hater with my business hand Keep a spare for that clip that jam Money like Mike and pimp like Ken Put some chrome under the big sedan And I pimp it better than Xzibit can And they impressed by how my ear lookin' Aquafina clear If you don't like it come dispute it do ya best to disappear Yeah, you know what it is don't call me Chamillionaire Now the world gotta address me as the hustler of the year I'm the man to respect, I'm demandin' respect Or I'm commandin' that cannon through that damage to chest Ain't a hustler or another on the planet as fresh So when I lift up my royal hand my pinky ring shake in pecks
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[Verse 3 - Juicy J] My cars inside peanut butter outside jelly Flickin' twenty-sixes drankin' drankin' on my celly We takin' real orders, talkin' codes on that telly We choppin' up that dope like a butcher in a deli You know that purple kush leave yo clothes all smelly But if you slangin' pound then ya pockets should be swelly I'm ballin' till I'm fallin' just like the movie Belly I'm always stayin' strapped for you niggaz that be petty Tote a nine, nine, nine on the grind, grind, grind I shine, shine, shine jewelry blind, blind, blind The time, time, time yes it's prime, prime, prime I'm takin' no retracts cause it's mine, mine, mine nigga
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