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Lyrics: RRR, RRR, RRR, RRR [J-Kwon] Hey I can do it, too RRR RRR RRR RRR RRR RRR RRR RRR [J-Kwon] I can do it, I can do it RRR RRR RRR [Verse 1 - J-Kwon] Now everybody in this place is as high as me, So why the hell is you over there eyein' me? Peace with me, I know you ain't tryin me, If you is I'll show you how loud I'll be. My bad, did I pull your freight? Where my burn at, go hide, I see. Yeah I'm sign, don't get caught in the hype, If you do, watch how quick I'll be like... [Chorus] Mother f*** this, Mother f*** that, f*** that bi***, f*** that cat, (Dirty) I ain't the type that like to talk a lot I got something for your ass in the parking lot Mother f*** this, Mother f*** that, f*** that bi***, f*** that cat, (Dirty) Once i get to the parking lot I got something for your ass that'll spark alot [Verse 2 - J-Kwon] Seriously, we can be real with the flow. J-Kwon, deal with the flow. Kwon P, cuz I make money, All cuz my wide face is shaped funny. Look ya'll, watch what you're saying, I put that on my mama, and I'm not playin. Trip, get hit when the time right, it's a round three o'clock, I don't know if the time right. Yo, why your boy hoggin me, Hell, girls, quit buggin me, I wouldn't of been hollared if you weren't ugly, That douf get hit, niggas buggin me. Whoa, you niggas gettin ugly! Jigga wit me, and you in my spotlight, nah, I'll be like... [Chorus] Mother f*** this, Mother f*** that, f*** that bi***, f*** that cat, (Dirty) I ain't the type that like to talk a lot I got something for your ass in the parking lot Mother f*** this, Mother f*** that, f*** that bi***, f*** that cat, (Dirty) Once i get to the parking lot I got something for your ass that'll spark alot [Verse 3 - J-Kwon] Now I don't like talkin alot, I got two words for you, parking lot. He mad, cuz the way we renting the spot, Our sidekicks came out tending the spot. Open Hands, bringin the spot, Do that make them wrong or right, right or wrong? You hatin cuz our haters ain't finished the song. Motherf***ers, oh I supposed the heat gone? Baby we all know the album droppin, I'm for real with the clips I got them on the poppin. You, I get your daughter to like me, I just bought a gun it's a new artist, like me. We gonna get you chucked cuz your step wrong. You wanna bang, we don't even gotta fight. If we do.. [Chorus] Mother f*** this, Mother f*** that, f*** that bi***, f*** that cat, (Dirty) I ain't the type that like to talk a lot I got something for your ass in the parking lot Mother f*** this, Mother f*** that, f*** that bi***, f*** that cat, (Dirty) Once i get to the parking lot I got something for your ass that'll spark alot Mother f*** this, Mother f*** that, f*** that bi***, f*** that cat, (Dirty) I ain't the type that like to talk a lot That got something for your ass in the parking lot Mother f*** this, Mother f*** that, f*** that bi***, f*** that cat, (Dirty) Once i get to the parking lot I got something for your ass that'll spark alot More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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