| The lyric of Comedy Central, Clipse's song Uhuhuhuhuhuh (Verse 1 - Malice) Say doglet s not get involved You don t wanna tangoI ll dress you in a halo Cock the gaugepolka dot ya braids Face you in a chrome fo that ll lock ya legs And you can t moveI roll big and I can t lose They watch so hard ain t nothin I dothat ain t news Carry it like I m a stranger to the game I cut short any whisper thaten-danger my name I ma toast on both coastnot for a joke I m known in the streets on the accountI know coke And we got word in the street that the cops watch us But that don t stop uswe maneuvering move a little mo cautious I hate to think that the dope game is my callin Cause it got us singing lullaby sto our fallin Tonight frienduntil we meet again But for now and ya namewe re-up and eat againuh I never frontlike I m something I m not Well being broke well that s justsomethin I m not Y all talk wit hatredbut I live off that And I lived off cocaineway fore I lived off rap Feel me friendif they couldthey d kill me friend (Yeah) Cause I weigh too muchlearned not to say too much They couldn t take me in the CLthat s way too much And I m too goney all niggas can talk on (Verse 3 - Fabolous) They call me Mr.Pleasebelieveitbelieve it please I put the pump in ya mouthand help you breath with ease This guys in a hurry Ma I can t even fuck with youIf you ain t in the itinerary I don t know where dudes is buying they jewelry Why s ya ice creamlike it s made by Ben & Jerry Y all the type of playersthat be gettin 2-day contracts E-mail snitchgot these in ya 2-way contacts I m in the club sippin on that new Zecongac In the number 9 Jordan swith the ducetreyarm back The street family so coolwe could pull bitches Even if it was Julyand we had on wool britches I got them teflon sthat shovel the fo That have under covers and po with cover and slow The government knowthe kid been lovin the dough Since I was movin white off the curband shovelin snowghetto (Verse 3 - Pusha T) Ghetto streets so numb they call me Novocain I turn over caineover and over again Hellso much clientalI could lose it all today Be back the next daystill up in the same way As I left yaall in three gesturesdown up and aim I can define deathbetter than Websterwet ya Now bless yaand off to my next venture Blocks so whiteJune look like December Winter timesnow everywhereflow everywhere So much doughI fly my hoes everywhere Ask himPusha Tpush a ton Push a ton of that shitthat makes ya nose run (*Sniffle*) Yes I m holdin whether it s heat or coke in In the door panel of my four-wheel motion Ain t jokin but I laugh how other flows convince you It s moneyit s funnyit s Comedy Central Minds mentalothers is made up stinsel When I m on vacationmy babies ride in a rental I m livin they act as if I don t live it Saran wrap vaselineso they can t sniff it Yves Saint Laurent knittedshorts bermuda You would think they was poochieif you over looked Medusa Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh (Skit at end of the song begins)
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