All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out So So Def make it hot to death You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' us [Ma$e] C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out So So Def make it hot to death You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' us [Ma$e] C'mon, C'mon, C'mon We
low key location hoes fall out of they clothes Range Rovers and Hummers, 45 glock gunner Plus I'm a pen pimping veteran, smelling plex among new comers How you love a platinum
You know we gonna make it [Baby] In one you trust, the neighborhood is us And everything that I ride is 22s and up And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus
for ya heard that's what I did, And! (ok) I'll find me another one more interesting, more fun Tha pimping just begun! [Chorus] [BOW:] It's really, really nice to meet cha' ma
(feat. Nate Dogg) [The Game] I'ma B-L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O
(feat. Dr. Dre) {*Intro sound of flame: Dr. Dre's "Chronic" trademark*} [Dre] YEAH! [Jay] Uh uhh uh-uhh, boom boom boom [Dre] D-R-E! [Jay] Say it with
the whippy Cash Money hot Bizzy Lil Wizzy get with me Now I'ma, I'ma ask you again You know my name right bitch Bitch say it [Hook x2] [Outro] W-E-E
{*3X*} You know we gonna make it [Baby] In one you trust, the neighborhood is us And everything that I ride is 22s and up And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus
double-O, D-and-the-I-and-the-E, the M-and-the-O [Khujo] Yo, this ain't no chain to your brain Pistol and they gon' bang, plus drain ya like some Folgers
tell them cats On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up Word up, never stop your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin? (For real baby) And, yo son, on the real I'ma
outta splurge And if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise Plus the Cadillac
I'ma B-L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile
cream and your riches Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer I follow in the E-
[Chorus 1: 2X] Dance threw the cha cha for me ma mama Shake and make it drop drop for your pa papa Touch your hips and your na na Get high Bounce
't act rap, and no matter how real the dream seem E'rybody can't sing But, there's another Michael Jordan or Tiger Woods Somewhere right in the hood, plus
it to you because I love you Ya know 'cuz the things that I feel so proud about The things that you do Ya know, like runnin' my car into telephone poles Plus
