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Feat - Brooke Valentine Subliminal! Naw'm talkin' bout It's going down! Sweet Jones (Sweet Jones) Brooke Valentine (Brooke Valentine) Naw'm talkin' bout My car candy coated, never voted At the age seventeen, to the game I was quoted Got a whole foreign tree in my flyest spur My neck froze, and fire worth my coat and shoes mink fur Y'all niggas aint no putbulls, you curred out I'm Sweet Jones bitch and you ain't what this shit about About is Pimp C and the princess of the south Chunkin it up for that Texas lettin em see them blades chop I got a dude hes the flyest in these streets Down on the corner got the block full of heat Lookin for a girl that dont run her mouth She aint a ho all over town He can call me baby, he can call me his boo But he call me dope girl, cuz I got that oooh Damn the fiends start runnin' When they hear the dope girl comin' Oh they cant control it trol it trol it I got that crack and they want it want it want it So why you askin (Who Dat?) who I be I be that dope girl Thats why they on me I got these fiends yeah they runnin runnin runnin I'm like that crack and they want it want it want it So why you askin (Who Dat?) who I be I be that dope girl Got em like dope fiends I got that ice cream thats what they say Got them boys runnin to the yard for me I drive em wild, make em crazy Got em spring, want me to be they baby (mama) But I keep him satisfied Mess with his bottom chick and yeah hes down to ride Damn the fiends start runnin' When they hear the dope girl comin' Oh they cant control it trol it trol it I got that crack and they want it want it want it So why you askin (Who Dat?) who I be I be that dope girl Thats why they on me I got these fiends yeah they runnin runnin runnin I'm like that crack and they want it want it want it So why you askin (Who Dat?) who I be I be that dope girl Got em like dope fiends I know you want some of what I can serve They keep comin back Cuz my block is so hot I make my records for them boys with the golds in the mouth The thugs on parole with them Os in they house The niggas with the heart in the glassy, glassy soft Spent my last fifteen years representin for the south Im a OG rock balla, twenty chop crawla Young girl bout to choose a pimp, man aint no need to stall her I wish that all on I-10, put my life on the line Now young Pimp is goin' platinum with miss Brooke Valentine I know what you niggas want from me I know what you niggas think y'all need You already know who I be I might open yall like dope fiends Oh they cant control it trol it trol it I got that crack and they want it want it want it So why you askin (Who Dat?) who I be I be that dope girl Thats why they on me I got these fiends yeah they runnin runnin runnin I'm like that crack and they want it want it want it So why you askin (Who Dat?) who I be I be that dope girl Got em like dope fiends I know you want some They keep comin back Dope girl, Dope girl Dope girl, Dope girl Dope girl, Dope girl Dope girl, Dope girl Dope girl, Dope girl Dope girl, Dope girl

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