Yea yea, Half-A-Mill, uh huh Hersanity, that's right, get up
[Chorus: Hersanity] Everybody get up, and wile' out to this Everybody come on and just bounce to this Get up and bang you hip to this Put you hands and let me know if you feelin this Get up, raise the glass to this Everybody roll and just *puff* to this Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
[Verse 1] This is for them Caddy trucks And them thugs that keep dough stackin up Chicks wanna get at phatty up I got the platinum touch, neva changed my ways Still keep purple haze, packed in the dutch Pushin big Benz 'round the way, thats wussup Came along way from takin the train and back of the bus Aches and pains, ballin out major wit game Blingin the chain, pull to the Bank in the Range Haters mad cause I made some change Figure stack, I'm shittin, leavin major stains Figure that!, I'm hittin spittin The illest lyrics eva written Still a thug, empty out slug Don't be forgettin but tonight we gonna show some love Probably go to a club pop some Cris Open some bub, smoke some bud Rather chick post her up And after the party we know I'mma stroke her up
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[Verse 2] We goin to do it like this tonight Rounds of Cris tonight (uh huh) Madd pounds of twist in light We gettin right, gon' leave this club ripped tonight We gon' dedicate this one to the chicks tonight Come here ma I wont' bite then again I just might Cause you lookin so right, got a hoodlum so tight And my flow is so right, dough is so right Been 'round the world all I got is more nights and more ice Been 'round your girl in cold nights I'm a jockey, Mr. Miyagi, oh no slight Can't stop me, I'm still connected wit Papi Can't knock me, watchin the watch, you betta watch me Cause I'mma hustler ride for that G Straight thug made love to a lot of mami's Hot as can be, beats bumpin out of my V's Got the streets thumpin, get up vibe wit me
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[Verse 3] Summer time, pockets bulgin, knots is swollen money foldin I'm holdin, wrist is frozen I rock expensive clothin, love independent women Yea, chicks that's holdin, do your thing ma I'm still gonna be that same guy All you gotta do is holla at me I'mma swing by, I ain't gonna forget you I'mma still hit you, real official Handle your feminine issues I got that, you know I keep it cock back Hard as a rock holla back sweet enough to swallow that This be the tough ma bounce to that Champaign bottle rounds, ounce to blat I lay my game quiet flat, Frank White type cat Bank right, when you eatin good you think right Straight out the hood, snake bites tired of 'em Jake light I live a great life now everyday is...
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[Outro: Hersanity & (Half-A-Mill) Let me know you feel this, yeaaaa We gotta get on up (Yea, Half-A-Mill, thats right Mike James in the Range, everybody get up...)
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