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Uh uh uh uh uhUh wait a minute now ..uh ohhhhhhhhUh uhCan u hear me out thereLunatics, is y'all readyLet me hear yaUh ohhhhhhhhhI'ma sucka for corn rolls and manicure toes (hey)Philly capri pants and parachute clothes (alright)Passadity city with one or two throwsI'm droppin outta high schoolStraight into the pro's, who knows I knowThat I love it when you make your knees touch your elbowsAnd break it down low to the flow, there you goNow throw it on me slowAnd everytime I bust a ryhme, baby give me some moreYou say you like that, when I hit it from behindAnd I'll be right back yea thats my very next lineI use it time after time, when I'm speakin my mindIt's no matter if I'm shootin game to a pigeon and dimeI ask you who dat is, talkin that shit about the 'ticsSomebody probably jealous cuz they bitch got hitBut nobody else droppin shit like dis, should we apologizeFuck 'em just leave 'em bitch heyChorus: repeat 2XUngele ungele moma E.I. E.I., uh ohhhhhhhhwuts happenin nowUngele ungele moma E.I. E.I., uh ohhhhhhhhIf they head right nelly there all nightWe can go to tha break of dawn ...niggaMoney long...niggaGo fast up tha skirt to talk to tha bone...niggaSome say I'm wrong fuck it I'm grown.....niggaIf you aint bout money then best be gone...niggaI'm fast (uh) double takes when you walk past meNasty, don't be scared boo, go ahead and ask meI drive fasty, call me Jeff Gordonin a black SS wit a navagationSee tha black blazion, somethin smells amazinI gotta chick rollin up half black and asianAnother one pigeon tellin me to come homeHer husband on vacation and left her home aloneI used tha v-12 powers, weight loss powersI'm fat for the Iceberg Slim and one showerGet a room in drunk towers just to hit the P hoursGet the bitch up out the room cuz she used the word ours(hey)ChorusThey got a smash mouth of a whole ounce, of that stickyWatch my hands under a gurls ??, feelin ickyLet go off in a hoes mouth, I ain't pickyStart frontin when the shows outWhatcha mean, 20 inches when they roll outCome and get me, big faces when they fold outIs ya wit me? Don't make me pull that 44 ouuuuuuutI keep it close when I the go ouuuuuutThen I slide up in an esclademe and E gettin solid like the ice capadesFrom heat, frosty, ??? rapper than bugsyYou understand me, wrap this like mummysIf you compare me to your local groceryThen you'll see i got more carrots than al deeMore bread than algae, you can bag and scan meSure like I'll be, you can meet tha 'tics in Maui (hey)Chorusmore