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Correct Hit Them Up Lyrics
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I'm comin' down, I'm actin' bad I'm chunkin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab I'm comin' through, I'm tippin' dime I'm show a naked and I'm straight actin' a clown I'm comin' down, I'm actin' bad I'm chunkin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab I'm comin' through, I'm tippin' dime I'm show a naked and I'm straight actin' a clown I'm a certified D-boy, a real big nutta A candy car strutta that be sittin' on butta Comin' straight up out the gutta with the cordless cutta Man, what is that? The Chinese choppa that likens Mr. Studda What a fucked up predicament (Damn) A scary scenario Automatics in ya face have you preparin' ya burial They tracin' tha weapon after you scratch off the serial Leaves you up like cereal, there it is and there we go Some bad Didos ridin' off in tha wind and Nigga we got all yo' soft in yo' hands so don't pretend Like this ain't what it was (Was) Or we ain't what you say (Say) I'll make a high cappa or court fraud light in tha day 'Cause in the middle of the street in height of tha traffic Watch what you say when we meet 'Cause they know might get yo XXX kicked End up in a pickle like a Vlasic, UGK nigga We cost like a foreign but get respect like a classic muthafucka I'm comin' down, I'm actin' bad I'm chunkin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab I'm comin' through, I'm tippin' dime I'm show a naked and I'm straight actin' a clown This Paul Wall, baby, Swishahouse spokesperson Choppin' up tha slab, spokes turnin', bobbies searchin' Shoppers splergin', caked up 'cause my pockets swell I'm callin' plays, pullin' broads, I just think and roll I'm from that lone star, tippin' dime dat candy car Get it shined on 59, lean and tuck I'll cut some more Hoes wanna who we are, fathers wanna know what we get Hatas wanna talk down a knot, but they just mad 'cause they ain't hot They ain't got the cash that I got, they don't know what my hood 'bout They don't know about trunks that pop on Lambo's that blaze tha chop Countin' cash and stackin' not, South victory back to Scott Crawlin' like big crocodile, I'm diamond smile and Johnny watch I'm with my partner, box, you and you and not with 'cho Rick boy, yeah, that's fo' sho', breakin' 'em off, you already know Drive slow like Kanye West and Branyan Wayans and Manny Mesh A Swishahouse chain on my chest, I keep it fresh, we are the best I'm comin' down, I'm actin' bad I'm chunkin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab I'm comin' through, I'm tippin' dime I'm show a naked and I'm straight actin' a clown
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