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Haha, yeah
It is I it is I
I don't know 'bout all that other shit, can't call that
But beside this motherfucker right here
This motherfuckin boo
Hey that's me all day, all day, twice on Sunday
Hey what I motherfuckin do I rap, I rap
Hey, what's happenin
God dammit
Get these pussies off me, will ya
I love it, haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx
I'm fittin to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge at the lounge
The money's low, but I dare not scrounge don't scrounge
Cause I'll be right back right back and the money'll follow
It's cloudy today, it'll be sunny tomorrow
I promise promise, honest, every week let's do some other shit
Liver than that other shit, bitch I'm still the fuckin shit
I've got my publishing check and my royalities check
Never lost loyalty, it's Organized Noize and B
You bitch, you already know the remainin
Let us jealousy, I don't entertain it nope
I got a cave bitch white girl, she's a cheerleader pom pom
I split a 12 with her Miller Lite, she licked this here penis
Snatched her from a ballplayer, that wasn't playin ball
He paid for it all, but she wouldn't take it off ha
So I'ma take it off his hands, I know you heard of that
And I'ma murder that furry cat for a fact

Hook - Bubba Sparxxx - 2X
I'm fittin to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge
The Claremont Lounge, the Claremont Lounge
And once she get a whiff of this, believe it's goin down
It's goin down, right now it's goin down

Verse 2 - Killer Mike
Floss, comin through L or Tampa on vogues on vogues
In Uncle Mooney's 'lac wit a hoodrat ho Mooney
She got three kids and about four goals four goals
She serve her pop ex and fuck other hoes
She used to fuck with this nigga named Tone, that was on
Even frontin her the zones, 'til he died in Bowen Homes *laughing*
He was killed by a young nigga creepin with the chrome
Took the money out the trunk and like sixteen zones
But fuck that, let's take it back to the 'lac
Me and this batch laidback burnin purp sacks okay
High as fuck, contemplatin million dollar plans uh huh
She a million dollar bitch and I'ma million dollar man million dollar man
Only thing missin is about a million dollars what
Sent her ass to the country with the work and a Impala
I gave her sixteen ounces and told her hold daddy down
And I'll meet you in a week at the Claremont Lounge yeah

Hook

Verse 3 - Cool Breeze
Hey look, I chillin in the lounge and this girl gonna walk in the bathroom
She said damn you look cute, but why you ain't got no tattoos
I said I didn't come to look cute, Cool came to cut cut
And damn you look cute, why you ain't got no butt butt, ooooo
Hey, walk back to my seat, I guess shorty felt dissed
Cause I see this sucker checkin me, while I'm checkin the mix
So I walk over to him, bro I don't care who you wit
Man you better be like G-Rock and go and get that bitch go and get that bitch
I let Bubba security handle that, step back to the back
Man you ought to be ashamed to run your mouth like that
This my house, don't tell me how to do my thing
I don't like you, you really on my promotional team ooooo
See you could of got a cameo at the video shoot
See I could of got you a bitch at the video shoot
But you to busy out here lookin cute tryna take your shirt off
If we was in a group, I'd have your microphone turned off

Hook