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mob & tlc
Appears on the "world party"

Now t-l-c will goodie mob
To a game of ghetto tag
they say "what it is"
You "what it ain't"

(yeah)
Tlc, the
mob
The synergy of sounds
For the

What you do wit it
What it is and it ain't (what)
Either you bring it (we gon' it)
Or you
it gets kinda messy (sometimes)
Out
But we get by (what you wanna do it)
One day at a

I go eat
At house
112
I go out
Where do you
Or do you
Or a chain
Or rings
I still
My side i
my pride
Get on my
20 inch
I a brim
with my girls
Go to the
Around the
And keep change
The things
Will still so

Don't even look across the room
You know enough about this world to
Ever get it on me
Or hang out I do

Don't look from across the floor
You don't rhyme enough for no tour
To come a girl like me
And that's not a

She's a built girl
I'm a big man
I like old cars and big sedans
You two doors
Funding clothes and rolls
I sit on the
Sip some and
I the 9
you're humpin' hot ho's
I do while you preferred the lows
Tonight I'm choose ya already chose
It's grown folk business and I'll run the

'cause you ain't enuff for me
And you ain't hot for me
And you ain't fly for me
And you're too tight your money
'cause you ain't enuff for me
And you hot enuff for me
And you fly enuff for me
And too tight with your money

Shit my is still ghetto like hot fries
I come lovin' niggas
And 20/20
With his bloodshot
Got turned gold
Went two o's to thirty two lows
Which is to buy a rolls
Ain't but nobody
Stay in my
my diamonds out of your face
You wanna be this player
Got to play at my
I'm slum but I can cum
Over there where from
If you want some bullshit you buy you some

Shorty where booty (shorty)
Shorty your gold teeth
Shorty where your long
where your fake hair
Shorty got the
All up in the
To the 90's girl
You the too
I got back you got the front
It's time we it off in the woods
With the bump on them ain't no scrubs
Don't conceal I'm a millionaire
Can you see me it clear
I'ma keep on servin' here like I'm to baby

Don't be my pockets
I'm recessitatin' these topics
Like your g's where your loot
You're lookin' dumb when you get the boot
it is my road to me
Come from of the hardest of streets
Me custom to the club
With some of the of beats
What it ain't what you with all the shit that I've been through
'cause i'ma doin' all the things that I gots to do
Damn it I'll put your ass to
Comb your nappy head it hurts

Where those stop
are the ropes
Take your up the street
Or you hurt your throat
You know ghetto
When you show up in court
For not payin' your child
Or you too for me
You act like you're too to eat
At church's, popeye's, and
I shop at bright creek
In the where it's steep and deep
I hang out in bank
You prefer
Your favorite is hot pink
I love thing