to herself) Baby, check your friend She's trying to steal your man Baby, check your friend She's trying to steal your man Baby, check your friend She's trying to steal your
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2 - Baby check your friend She's trying to steal your man (She said she'd rather have me all to herself) Baby check your friend She's out to steal your
Now who that there? ([Female voice:] Oh girl, that's Loon) [Verse 2 - Loon] Uh, check it out yo, check it out now Why's you all on me, friends is all
Testing 1, 2, 3 Testing 1, 2, 3 Check this out, listen to me, listen Life is tricky I'm picky baby, but I just spotted you Doin' your thing, g-string
you a check's due for me for your fame Mega I hope you blow so I'm saying your name Hoes play your position 'cause you'll never be king Even Jigga want
shit, heh Check it out, one time For your motherfuckin' mind (motherfuckin' mind) Yo I'm saying they gon' smell me on this one No doubt, he-heh Check
I've even got a silk black suit Dangerous music, and a dangerous crew Oakland, California, and the Playboy too West coast rappin' all over the place Too short, baby, all in your
rhythm, I, hit em with rhythm, I Hit em and split em, I did em, I get rid of them guys J-A, baby, baby please, gimme g's Baby, baby, wit crazy ease Watch
Fresh cornrows, def white gold Silk sheet covers, feather pillows on 11'oclock breakfast, cigarette, red bull Open the door, wash my ass and jump in the
your shine on, get your shine on All day long, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long Baby get his shine on Get your shine on, get your
week I gotta get my shine on [Chorus] Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on The haters
Your friends ain't shit Your sister ain't shit And you ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch [Chorus x6: Mr. Bigg in a higher voice, with females] Your friends
