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Too $hort - "Here We Go (J.d. Remix)"
Lyrics to Here We Go (J.d. Remix) : Chorus: Jermaine Dupri We talk shit, cause we are the shit Never looked back since we started it When yall want heat we provide it, ride it Til the wheels fall of, shaking em all off Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it In ways thatll cause a rush Keeping your face in a state of disgust Hating but still trying to be like us Verse One: Jay-Z Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner Look lifes a bitch, but im on her I almost cracked this, no more hustling backwards Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick Youd never, said to a nigga "Whateve for the cash, im with" I dont have step, I leave it in youre averix Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have left Outlaw, simply I out draw yall Wether clubs or the street, I out ball yall Niggas aint ready, I doubt all yall Fly ass niggas I reroute all yall If it aint for the paper I dont show my face up Make a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what Verse two: Too $hort I never stop making money dont give em no slack Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a hoe come back With my scratch, bitch I was born to mack To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that I hear a lot of shit talking when I listen to rap Only a few mcs get to hang that plaque On the wall rappers ball, but they dont live phat Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum What we do has only been mastered by a few I take a half a million tapes sell em straight to you All that shit niggas talking just cant be real I dont need a record deal, I need eighteen wheels I roll right up in the hood I got tapes for sell Bitches running in their house they cant wait to tell Somebody, she got a new Too $hort tape And hes spitting pimp game with his homeboy Jay Chorus: Jermaine Dupri We talk shit, cause we are the shit Never looked back since we started it When yall want heat we provide it, ride it Til the wheels fall of, shaking em all off Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it In ways thatll cause a rush Keeping your face in a state of disgust Hating but still trying to be like us Verse Three: Too $hort Now here they come again the gold diggas trying to get paid, Wanna trick the old rich niggas, trying to get laid Shell suck his dick, as soon as she meet him Dont have to sell a body for me I dont need her To turn tricks for me, how much you cost bitch' Im all about large bank deposits On and off the mic I always set trends Either you see with bitches, or Im rolling with pimps Brook-laan to Oakland, I keep smokin Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again The kinda niggas thatll take a square bitch around the corner Put this pimp game on her I dont fuck with broke hoes and I dont trick But Ill still rub my big ass dick on her clit Get her hooked, wanna be mine I need some money If she aint kicking in all the time she dont want me Verse Four: Jay-Z Hoes, flows, money, cars Yall wannabe stars cant fuck with none of these bars This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic And you can feel niggas scratch, and sell a mil if that So real when we drop this shit its in trouble When I guess the pair you gotta ship it double In the independent phenom, yall minature dons Wannabe jigga, pops styles and hennessy richa When I die, leave my canopy richa I put it down hard ever since I entered the pitcha Can fuck with me for records to the recreational centa I got it wrapped yall from the grammys to the back park Short dog yall, what you thought yall, Oakland, Bk, New york yall Be the voice for the streets we supply for years And go platinum on our most quiet years Chorus: Jermaine Dupri We talk shit, cause we are the shit Never looked back since we started it When yall want heat we provide it, ride it Til the wheels fall of, shaking em all off Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it In ways thatll cause a rush Keeping your face in a state of disgust Hating but still trying to be like us Chorus repeat 2x [ Here We Go (J.d. Remix) Lyrics ]
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