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| Aiyo peep it, can you keep it down while I rock
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| Tick tock about this chick around the block?
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| She was high host, to the most hostess, no boastin'
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| Back in '85, she was live, yo no jokin'
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| A real go-getter, didn’t try and sweat her
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| Fifteen years old and she was pushin' a jetter
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| She had loot, moms and pops dukes had the bankin'
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| She walked around school and the stunt would act stankin'
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| Bitch, young Miss, only dated older fellas
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| My slang couldn’t hang, no thang, I wasn’t jealous of her
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| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum
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| Oh yeah, where was I? |
| Bustin', now I’m ready
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| Now it’s '87 and Miss Thing is goin' steady
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| She was schoolin', chillin' 'cos her man was makin' papers
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| Tellin all her friends that these niggas caught the vapors
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| He found her, phoned her, then yo we boned her
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| Soon came a smack then he act like he owned her
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| He used her, 'bused her, fractured her wrist
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| Then the Tommy got slapped behind her back gettin' dissed
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| I was buggin', 'nuff on the stuff that I was seein'
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| But that’s how it goes for the hoes when they’re bein'
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| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum
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| Aiyo mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror on my dresser
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| Remember that chick Loretta, back in the days I used ta sweat her
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| I wanted to smoke the boots, troop, it didn’t matter
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| She was kickin' it to my man Stan who’s livin' phatter
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| Than me, hops, chillin' in my hoodie and my Reebok’s
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| Now she’s in a jam 'cos, Stan was slangin' rocks, but
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| Look at me now, honey, 'cos this the morning after
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| I’m yapper, a nappy-headed undaground rappa
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| Word to mom dukes, she was suits so I took her to my show
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| Just to show my niggas that the hooker was
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| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum
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| Ah the show was phat, now it’s back to the room, G
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| Yo mirror, this is where Loretta tried to do me
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| My neck was on her tongue, Ep’s was gettin' swung
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| Krayz was gettin' biz with the friend that she brung
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| Then she took it upon herself to let me know she’s in the mood-a
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| Then she licked her boot-a, oh shoot-a, I screwed her
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| I showed her, I rolled her, from here to North Dakota
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| I gangbanged the boots like a Brooklyn troop oughta
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| I stuck it in her backwards, bust a nut, she was starvin'
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| So I pushed in the bush 'til those lips started partin', but she was
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| Dum dum dilly dee dum dum
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