Tonart: Ab major•
Verse 1
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Cm
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[JD]
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See around here
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How many things can make why y'all bounce
you- know- I'm- saying?
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Left to right, right to left
Its so so def
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And uh, yo,
let it go
Verse 2
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[Chorus: Manish Man] Rule number
one,
my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these mother-
fucking hoes on they knees
Number three,
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come down with your strap- on strap- on
Niggas love to hate,
Verse 3
so get your cap- on cap- on
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[Manish Man]
One for my niggas ain't down for hoes
Free drinks for my niggas staying
crunk throwing bows
Its ya boy Manish Man in this bitch
Niggas love to hate,
hoes jock cause I'm getting rich
Cm
Keep my mind on my fetti just to
let you know
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Strapped with rocks, reds,
and camera's in my black fo'fo
On the east- side nigga trying
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to get me some paper
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Lying throwing stone out all
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over the cater
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These hoes be lovin the player,
Jason calling me baby
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But fuck that, I rather trot these
hoes are too damn shady
Cm
Look I don't need a bitch,
I'm riding down for me
Ab
And fuck a gang of niggas,
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And ain't another nigga,
who got more got game than me
You need to check yo shit,
because its lame to me
Since 91 been paying the cost,
to be the boss
Got no time to floss,
because the game's throwed off
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Cm
Verse 4
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[Chorus]
[Manish Man]
Number one,
my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these mother-
fucking hoes on they knees
Number three, don't forget to
put ya strap on ya side
Nigga who ride who ride
[JD] South- side, South- side
Verse 5
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If any
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body know bout paper-
chasing its me
Playboy J to the, E- N- D
Steady showing niggas how we
do it down south
Steady riding shit that ain't even came out
In the club,
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VIP is where you find me at
Private planes, ice chains,
I don't know how to act
Every city, got me something
pretty keep em on they back
"If I ain't a hot boy
then what do you call that"
If its my shit, off the top you can tell
Cm
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Cranberry, pineapple,
four bottles of bale
Cats that play sports, rap fresh from jail
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Hoes in packs, screaming out ATL
See I'm the type of nigga
that was built for cash
Drive me and dropping putting
down a smash
Knowing nothing in life,
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but how to make these hits
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Get pa per, spit game in,
pull me a bitch
[Chorus] [Manish Man]
Verse 6
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Rule
number one,
my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these mother-
fucking hoes on they knees
Number three, don't forget to
put the strap on ya side
Nigga who ride who ride,
East- side, East- side
Fuck these hoes, fuck these snitches
Down south niggas, chop twenty- inches
Fuck these snitches, and fuck these hoes
Four TV screen's,
big Chevy four do's
Cm
Niggas best believe I'ma represent
Ab
Hardcore niggas getting
dead presidents
Where the real niggas went,
Ab
Lay back with the strap,
and they ain't found no mo'
These lil niggas tripping,
all that hollering- screaming
I know yo momma saw dick, she should've
swallowed that semen
Now I'm driving through your block,
red hot like a demon
Cock it back,
all you see is the beam from my demon
And it ain't no ping ping nigga,
black- eye black- eye
No respect for the game,
you better watch- out watch- out
Cm
Got this shit on lock,
and now you locked- out locked- out
Ab
All that hate on a player,
gone get you knocked- out knocked- out
[Chorus] [Manish Man]
Verse 7
one,
my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these mother-
fucking hoes on they knees
don't forget to put the strap on ya side
Nigga who ride who ride, East- side, East- side
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