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ain't gotta take it. Oh! Pop champagne!. Oh! Pop champagne!. Oh! We pop champagne!. Oh! We pop champagne! We need more bottles tell ma hurry up. Tell 'em Ron Browz here hottest in America. Gimme
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ain't gotta take it. Oh! Pop champagne!. Oh! Pop champagne!. Oh! We pop champagne!. Oh! We pop champagne! We need more bottles tell ma hurry up. Tell 'em Ron Browz here hottest in America. Gimme
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. Dipset, dipset, dipset, what. . Juelz, dip dip, Santana, set set. What he grip grip, nigga tec tecs. Who you wit wit, throw up yo set. Dipset, dipset, dipset, what. . Santana, Killa, Jim Jones
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. Dipset, dipset, dipset, what. . Juelz, dip dip, Santana, set set. What he grip grip, nigga tec tecs. Who you wit wit, throw up yo set. Dipset, dipset, dipset, what. . Santana, Killa, Jim Jones
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Yeah Dip Set, Juelz Santana. Jim Jones, Freekey, Killa Wherever I go. (Dogg I'm in the hood screaming what's really good). Wherever I go. (You already know, you already know). Wherever I go
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Yea uh-ooo!! (Come on, come on). Roll wit me, its santana. I'd like to welcome y'all (yea) to the great. * wit ya boy!(Once again) Zeke! Juelz Santana. Now I got more than my swagger back
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Intro - Juelz Santana. Uh, Santana, let's do it. Yeah, DipSet. . Verse 1 - Juelz Santana. Man where ever I go, I hold it down. I blow it down, you see me, believe me it's (Going down). These
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Huh, okay, put the kids to bed. Put 'em to bed now. I said put 'em to bed now. Do it, yeah, yeah, it's goin' down. DipSet, bitch, Juelz Santana, ay Grip to it, kick to it. * that, spit to it
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(feat. J. Are. Writer). . Yea uh-ooo!! (Come on, come on). Roll wit me, it's santana. I'd like to welcome y'all (yea) to the great. * wit ya boy!(Once again) Zeke!. . Juelz Santana. Now
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Dipset bitch. Fella, Santana, ay Rock the boat don't sink the ship Do you like to get freaky freaky?. Do you to get kinky kinky?. Yeah, I like to get freaky, freaky. Yeah, I like to get kinky
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DipSet. Santana, ay. Tick, tock. Tick, tock Get on the grind like clockwork. Move that behind like clockwork. Keep it coming on time like clockwork. Get that clockwork, homie, make that
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Click clack and it's over you dead. (This is it). My damn glock, buss a cap in your head. (Santana). It's in my blood I love killin' you fools. (This here for my shottas). I'm a thug, that goes
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(Juelz). Yeah nigga, I heard my man Luca was out. I guess he's. (Chorus). BACK A-GAIN,. Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive. Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee. BACK A-GAIN. Same gansta
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Okay, get up, get up. DipSet, Juelz Santana, Heatmakerz. I think this the one right here. Everybody, come on, get up, he's movin' again I'm like, oh yes. I'm nice, wait Mr, Mr. Still pitching
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Intro. Man all I hear is Santana this, Santana that. Santana you can't do this, Santana you can't do that. Man why I can't I just smoke a blunt and be me. That's how I feel. Okay it's Santana
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Juelz Santana. Yo who that. Ja. Me, it's Ja. . Juelz Santana. Ja, Come in man. What up Ja, what's poppin. . Ja. What up Uncle Ju Ju. You know I'm five years old now right. . Juelz
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I been paying attention to what's going on out there man. I been watching you niggaz stealing my ways and *. And it's getting out of control now. I'ma telling you dudes just like I tell my woman.
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. Feel the deal, the chinchillas, they can fit on gorillas. Santana, bananas, clip bananas, wrapped in bandannas. Hammers, hammers, no cameras, you'll be runnin' to nana. (Nana, nana) Nana, nana Santana
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, okay. Okay, okay, okay. Y'all can't * with me, okay Verse. Now let me hear you say, OKAY. It's Santana the great again, tie him up, bandana his face again. I tried to tell 'em it's no escaping
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. You already know, Santana. And when the king and the prince get together. It's nothing but royalty, roll the mat out. So we going to get down like this. Yeah Now if I ain't a gangsta, then who is
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package gone. Just stacks of cash beyond And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls. 'Cause Santana and Jones runnin' up the girls. No game just * you girls. Pollute the mind and corrupt the world Yeah
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ahead nigga leap feel frogish. These streets I harnish, my peeps my partners. Cam, Jim, Zeek my sponsors, black, griz, snags my monstrous. Paper, drugs, twin my archor. Robs, 40, doe, guard. Bus
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phones? Never. Santana, I give any part to Holmes. Eye, ear, heart or bone, back out the orange cones, back up Even though I go right at the Sergeant stoned. Right with my orange stones, we are at home
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Juelz Santana. Rap. Okay. Check it, Check it, Check it out. It's Santana again. Steppin, Steppin, Steppin out. One of them Brand new big boy toys. I do big boy things. I make big boy noise
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Aye, Juelz Santana. Ain't no turning back from here, no. Let's go I am sicker than sick wid it, don't listen just picture it. How vivid this picture it, how gifted and living this. No gimmicks or
