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Hook Slim Thug (Pusha-T): Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya hoes up I head straight to the bar just to post up I roll the dro up, my cup mold up Bitch don't just stand there wit ya nose up C'mon WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?) Ha! WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?) WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?) Ha! WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?) Verse 1 Pusha-T: No hotta, flow droppa since Poppa You Penny Annie niggaz, see I know Copper Left the game on a high note, flow opera Pusha still got them keys I can unlock ya See that watch on the sleeve, call it show stoppa Nigga ball around the world, call me Globe Trotter Trick dollar, ask what I feel, nada Give a bitch yellow fever all these gold bottles And late models, I lean throttles Roof back with the coupe black, playa think he need goggles Look mama, I be fly papa Strictly Bathing Ape, Ice Cream and BBC rocker So proper, hammer time, gun cocker Top shotta, me hesitate none, pop ya Egg shell on the scale for my snow coppers Don't ask what I sell, shit I'm Bet Crocker Hook Verse 2 Malice: Mirror mirror, who's the fairest? Tricked a buck fifty on that horse and carriage Must admit, nothing like these karats Them hoes holla back just like they parrots Down to the watches, alligator strap Six different time zones, I don't set her back 17 a brick, yeah, run and tell 'em that I got the wamp wamp when I move it its still damp Mildew-ish when I heat it, it turn gluish It cools to a tight wad, the Pyrex is Jewish I get paper, it seems I get foolish Take it to Jacob and play "Which hues the bluest?" We ain't browsing, luxurious housing Pull up so mean with the Angel bowing Or with the emblem bearing the stallion European custom, the leathers Italian Hook Verse 3 The Clipse: Pusha-T: So much glamour, that I can't stand the Bright from the ice, chain xenon lamp ya Depression in ya mind like a free frame camera The white tape tight like ya seen on pampers What's under the couch, probably freeze up Santa What ever it cost baby we got answers Line outside full of Jo-Jo Dancers "We Got it for Cheap" that's the Re-Up anthem Malice: By far the coldest, '06 Lotus 0 to 60, hocus pocus The feds don't know so they stick they noses While we off the coast, proposing toasts Hoes and mo' shit, the family close knit And deep like the Hutus You cockroaches Just like the flow, the fo's ferocious I tuck you in. homie. "Buenos noches" Hook |