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[Max B:] Dame Grease (it's ya boy Biggavel') Hollywood Ferg Fuck with' yo' boy, ow [Hook: Max B] Won't you hit me for them bitches dude, he pull up in sixes too Watch me leave, they gon' be missin' you, in the kitchen mood Gets to chefin' up, all my niggaz done wet shit up (up) Uh-oh, Gain Greene comin', they catchin' up, set ya up When you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behind Niggaz sneakin' from behind, leave you leakin' from that.9 I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine (quarantine) Pardon me, take your breath away like a robbery Ow Ow [Verse 1: Max B] Now I got youngins in the front, nah surrender for someone Gotta, gotta get that dough, I can bet I hit that hoe Told her daddy that she love me, Bigga, she eat my dick Leave ya red like a tomato, gonna spin you like tornado Know that boy, he got that label, Bigga don't fuck with Gain Greene? Hit you with that big shit, get your career ended Nigga I feel offended Best to watch your mouth when you speakin' to the chief Leave you leakin' in the street SongtexteCatch you cheatin' that's your feet (feet) off of them, they go Leave you all fileted and broke, they don't alternate that coke I'm a hit them when they close they eyes, ship they dome all out the sky Hide ya prize, every dime I count is mines Ow Ow [Hook: Max B] Won't you hit me for them bitches dude, he pull up in sixes too Watch me leave, they gon' be missin' you, in the kitchen mood Gets to chefin' up, all my niggaz done wet shit up (up) Uh-oh, Gain Greene comin', they catchin' up, set ya up When you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behind Niggaz sneakin' from behind, leave you leakin' from that.9 I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine (quarantine) Pardon me, take your breath away like a robbery Ow Ow [Verse 2: Hollywood Fergie] Foster home to foster home, case in D.C.F. Yung Ferg, kicked to the curb and forced to head and nest Always knew that I'd be blessed, like a angel in the flesh I get high, ready to die, you can see it in my eye Wasn't for rap, I'd prolly be dead, wasn't for coke, I'd prolly be broke Wasn't for push, I'd prolly be bitched, fuck you think, touchin' all them bricks Almost had dreams that I copped that six, know these fiends, gon' need that fix I'll be there like the Jackson 5, stay on point like Allen I Check Maxy for them pies, he gon' front me 25 Bring 'em back, 20 perp, off 'em all for 25 Middleman anything that I can, who the fuck you think that I am Cop that Aston-Martin caddy, I ain't even touch my sack Fiends be itchin' like a rash, mami told me stroke it fast "Are you done? ", she said "Yeah, right", only Bigga make me cum Fuckin' smut, I pull out and bust, all over her butt I'll be damned, the way she move, I'm bussin' all over my hand [Hook: Max B] Won't you hit me for them bitches dude, he pull up in sixes too Watch me leave, they gon' be missin' you, in the kitchen mood Gets to chefin' up, all my niggaz done wet shit up (up) Uh-oh, Gain Greene comin', they catchin' up, set ya up When you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behind Niggaz sneakin' from behind, leave you leakin' from that.9 I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine (quarantine) Pardon me, take your breath away like a robbery Ow Ow [Verse 3: Max B] I took the streets without no radio, Maxy, he's so wavy yo Ol' girl, she wanted that 80 of blow, had to get her right She said "Biggy, I feel freaky like Miss Piggy Won't you hop up like a froggy", "Bitch I'm 'bout to do you doggy" There's no way you can be my shorty, see I don't love these hoes I just touch 'em and I tease 'em, I'm big pimpin', never beat 'em Never (never) get excited when a nigga meet 'em Do 'em like my other bitches mane, he pull up in sixes mane He pull up and hit ya mane, right when you on that block Push 'em off, said you can't leave kuz you got 'em off that rock Tell me when's it all gon' stop, the shooters that fled now scream bleep No more Aston Mars, put you in a casket pa Took you off that wagon car, couldn't roll with that wave It's a shame, that these niggaz doin' Broadway plays Lookin' all shiny from that make-up, got that watch but not from Jacob Got that cake, can't wait to go back to Jamaica Ow Ow [Hook: Max B] Won't you hit me for them bitches dude, he pull up in sixes too Watch me leave, they gon' be missin' you, in the kitchen mood Gets to chefin' up, all my niggaz done wet shit up (up) Uh-oh, Gain Greene comin', they catchin' up, set ya up When you think it's nuffin' niggaz creep up from behind Niggaz sneakin' from behind, leave you leakin' from that.9 I'm gon' serve you with that quarantine (quarantine) Pardon me, take your breath away like a robbery Ow Ow Aus Songtexte Mania