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Correct Ric Flair Lyrics
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I'm going on tour, and I'm gonna show anybody Out there that thinks for one second that maybe I'm second guessing myself That I am the greatest of all time forever and ever One surprise, one surprise, shh! Wooo! I'm back To make it out the ice cold streets of the city You better have a Christopher word game, witty You better have a dance game similar to Diddy Or play b-ball above the rim like Smitty Josh, Chris Bosh, Pau Gasol Or any other nigga that ball and tall I used to sell it white as Paul Wall Gave my young boi three of them in the mall And he gon' bring me 75K back tomorrow You know what Bigga 'bout, you know what Bigga do Ice water in my veins, heart pumpin' igloo I'm familiar wit the money so who the fuck is you? What the fuck you do? Where the fuck you from? Who you knowing? Somebody get this nigga, I don't know him And I'm 'bout to jet off on his ass like a Boeing Going, going, going, gone, song You don't like the prestige that I have in life. You don't like the notoriety. You detest the fact that I got more cars than most of you have friends! I got a big house on the big side of town I got life pretty much the way I want it! To make it out the ice cold streets of the city Your mindstate gotta be as wicked as Fiddy Can't love life suckling on mama's titty 'Cause life is a bitch and a bitch ain't with it You gotta have faith livin' life on Biggie I'm ready to die for the money, who is with me? Life after death, hey this must be hell I asked for six figures, God gave back self I'm on my way to heaven in a Porsche 911 Buried in my car, I'm surrounded by a harem Surrounded by my brethren, my funeral is legend Buried like a Pharaoh with my jewelry in the desert The government will hate me like Jesus, but fuck 'em I did it for the grind, I did it for the hustle I did it for the people on the bottom in the struggle I did it for my comrades, did it 'cause I love 'em Custom made brother, woo! And I mean custom made! From the alligators to the Oleg Cassini right here Ric Flair! there's only one. And I don't care if it's Tokyo, Japan, Greensboro Richmond, Charlotte, North Carolina, Asheville, Atlanta, Georgia, Charlotte L.A, I'm the man that's makin' it possible! To make it out the ice cold streets of the city You gotta politic your situations like Clinton If you chase power you ain't gotta chase women So take some advice, take cash over ass When you get money you ain't gotta take shit So, long as you broke she ain't gotta take dick Capiche? Now you know what motivate your bitch Capiche? Pay the mortgage or the pussy up for lease Capiche? Church ladies goin' gaga for the Gucci (yah!) Got two Nickis ménagin' for some Louie (yah!) Work with the keys, get acquainted with Alicia And every other girl named Rihanna wanna meet ya They in it for the money, not the swag or the features Pretty parasites might suck you like leeches Just some information for a student from a teacher Real life shit, I'm Mike Bigga, nice to meet ya, gone At Delta, the girls call me cool. At Eastern the girls call me Slick Ric And all the other women around the world just say Oh, there goes the man, woo!
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