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• Artiste: Chip Tha Ripper
• Titre: Whoa
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(feat. Pootie Tang) [Verse 1:] Yeaah, SLAB ENT BOYY, SOV letsgo Bring it back to the middle of the map Where the St. Claire niggaz stay strapped my hood sooo cold My area colder, scarier colder but yall niggaz dont fold Every nigga on the grind who stackin, always come back frontin like he pose Slidin on them 4's riding smoking lookin for the hoes Everywhere I go niggaz always like damn I aint never seen those You call it style But I took a vow to keepin the freshest kicks off my toes And I don't know how But they just got wow And tear that bitch down at all of my shows Its like God control the show Hands up high here we go... [Verse 2:] WOAH That shit aint in stores Where did he go to get all of his clothes Bitch I don't even leave home this DC be showin up right to my door Then I put it on, kush for cologne and head for the door O and louis vuitton throw some of that on and go get yo hoe Lets hop in that Cadillac bustin my nigga we hittin the road And I got a cold lil female rollin the diesel, dog you kno I stay blowed Thuggin and theivin, Bitch Im from Cleveland Damn that's prolly why Im so cold Yea that's prolly why Im so cold Hands up high here we go