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Chick N Swell

my homeys, no question The neighbourhood goon sewn like I'm from an (?A's Boon coon?) Feed the feelin, the (shit) smarter Hittin up your daughter, slaughter styles The best way, Chico

here homie (what else?) And I came wit a ton of money (but!) Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now) This chick's wit her man frontin on me I'll holla

and shootin' with'cha Chip on my shoulder now, Mr. Nice Guy is over wow To a ritzy and older style, from ditzy and gomer pow Look at my checks swell, chicks

can sure count well Record sales make her swell Bought my first two twelves My first sound system bang and rock the bells Lock and load, Clock and fold Pocket swoll' Rock n

fuck that Fall off bounce back, fake niggaz hate that I know they do, whatever happens gotta stay true Be real with a nigga be real with you, you get a chick

the ghetto, raised in the ghetto I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto I bang out beats by cars and ho stacks Rap nigga puttin' out rock-n-roll

-N-C [Verse 1] We throw a club in the clique nigga I need a thug and a drink Scream "The Inc" Till I'm "Gone" like N'SYNC Bitches born for the scene

I came to have fun, here homey, what else? And I came with a ton of money but Don't get it twisted, the gun is on me now This chick's with her man frontin

came to have fun, here homie (what else?) And I came wit a ton of money (but!) Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now) This chick's wit her man frontin