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St. Lunatics
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Jason Epperson
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Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
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Juarita Jones
Juarita Jones
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Murphy Lee
Murphy Lee
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Robert Ky Juan Cleveland
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Jason Epperson
Jason Epperson
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If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang Make way for the new breed of this millennium Stack chips, keeps the pistol grip, why? 'Cause I'm offendin' 'em rocks, nothin' but Cavada shit I'm the baddest, the ice from head to toe with that plaid shit Mo' potent than I cut cocaine through your vein off the hook Take a look, I'm the chick, I can't be tamed One name like the highest breed, papi capeche? One drove home from Italy, is y'all feelin' me? Be a mistress to none but all good to some Let me break you off a little, show you how it's done Eyes trip for this goddess, gambino got your funds And some fish are coppin' flights for me to Reno I see no other way for me to tell you how I feel You wanna stick and move now you're fuckin' with the real deal Hold still, let this lady let loose Keep them chips comin' nigga or your neck'll catch a nuece If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang Now y'all know me, I like an old school Ozzie Smith jersey Old school Jordans, head band that says "Murphy" Stone washed, baggy as hell, double XL with the sleeve off On my way to drop a few G's off, ease off Doin' thirty-five, smokin' fire, makin' a right I'm doin' thirty now, riskin' my life Both clients on my cell phone, typin' on my two-way Rollin a blunt, still drivin', lookin' at movies Young Dude, be floatin' the city like cab drivers Professional but still keep it real like Allen Iver son I'm liver than Jay, Dave and Kathy and Regis Been on more MTV shows than Butt head and Bea vis Keep a stash with the gas money Fast money, me and Slo Down We almost had to buy up the town It's like a movie, ooh wee, doobies in at a jacuzzi Girls do what I say so I just tell 'em to do me If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang Ay, you know where my chains comes from, I spits fire You know what them girls look at dirty, my big tires My attire forty-two large denim, I sag in 'em Dress eyes and ride hot rides and Jags in 'em Let him talk his jazz, what's the tag gon' get 'em? While I hit him in clutch time, roll up his dutch time "No more herb", no such line, "oh oh" is my punch line I'm hungry like a hobo standin' in lunch lines Crossed the gun line, boss, like Ray and Claud I know niggas that make they money, they pay they broads I'm from the Lou, kinda new, I'm a make my laws When I pull up on the show lot, it be, it's like pause (Ay, where yo' Range at?) It's outside you wanna clean it? (Ay, where yo' name at?) It's in The Source, you ain't seen it? (Ay, where yo' chains at?) You can't tell dirty, I'm sparklin'? Split it, fill it up, wrap it and spark it If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang
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