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She's a P.Y.T.
A pretty young thing
She's a P.Y.T.
Shes a pretty young thing

I was upstairs
She came and woke me
I was so sleepy and tired
Slick Rick but +La Di Da Di+ 
And who's the fly white girl, she ain't that tall 
So them P. Miller jeans look like two basketballs 
And that Latino
En blue jeans et blouson d'cuir
Tu vas rejoindre les copains
Si tu n'vois pas qu'est c'qu'ils vont dire
Quand tu les verras demain

En blue
to the game
But it's all gravy, hey baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches
We've got love for y'all
to the game
But it's all gravy, hey baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches
We've got love for why'all
Yeah me and Bobby P stayed out all night
Kickin' it and cutting up and getting right
I had a good time
Till I came crawlin' in 'bout daylight
those jeans 
The way you dropping it is killing me 
I'll meet you in the V.I.P 

When you sizzling want to lay you on the floor 
I'm a bad boy just
Cause everybody know that D-P-GC, Bad Boy niggas run this
 Bad Boy

D-P-G
D-P-G
Bad Boy
D-P-G
Cause everybody know that D-P-GC, Bad Boy niggas
How the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans?
How the how the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans?
'Cause your waist so little and your
whodi, I want it all
Because Betty Boop was chillin at the nail shop
A perfect 24-36 from bottom to the top
We in our P Miller Jeans No Limit shirts
those jeans 
The way you dropping it is killing me 
I'll meet you in the V.I.P 

When you sizzling want to lay you on the floor 
I'm a bad boy just
It was summer love, 
She was like a drug, 
Bit me like a club, 
Everything was alright, 

I was James Dean, 
She was Billie Jean, 
California
I walk with alligators through the mall
Shiny jeans and baseball cap, no time for rotation crap
No sleep, always up with heat, never take no N-A-P
première voiture
Les jeans p'tits durs
Mon rêve tout bleu
Comme un blues

Je veux t'emmener à Nashville
Là où je ne suis pas né
Te montrer la bague qui
done seen (coldest)
In low rise jeans (coldest)
All your drinks on me tonight, girl 'cause
Baby, you one of the coldest
In this spot (coldest)
How come he don't come and p.i.p. with me
Down at the meter no more?
And how come he turn off the T.V.
And he hang that sign on the door?
Well we
Stilettos on my feet
Jeans hug my thighs
My LRG made her roll her eyes
She looked at me then at her guy, she tries to leave
While he asks why
I'm a H-I-P H-O-P H-E-A-D, been since one-nine-eight-three
Are to the A-P-P-I-N
Eighty-four was the year I picked up the pen
At the same time
me and you mama
Like the way that you groove and you move mama
You know the women love me, I'm the 40 Water (40 Water)

Popping my P's cuz I'm
was trying to play fly 

cause I had a pair of blue jeans on. 

Young girl, won't you take my order? 

she said, "Yeah, but right now I'm kinda
like a train I roll hard lettin' off much steam
In the cut-off flanel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean, but I be hangin'
'sup Snoop??)

Top Dogg, bite em all, nigga burn the shit up
D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up
C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up
And when they
that s*** up n****, yeah, 'sup Snoop??)

Top Dogg, bite me all, n**** burn the s*** up
D-P-G-see my n**** turn that s*** up
see-P-T, L-be	-see, yeah
[T.I.P.]
Yo Beanie Sigel
T.I.P. King of the South (?)
P.A., Roc-A-Fella, Ghetto Vision
What we got for 'em (?)

[Hook]
Two Glock nines
Any
slide with your baby girl

P. Crakk and I ain't for play
I got a mack that'll change your day
Fall back, get your act in tact
P-I-M-P you-P H-O-E-S

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