| The lyric of Lets Talk About It, Clipse's song (JD) Uh huhoh Ohdamn baby Shit... How you get all that in them jeans? Nevermind thatyou hear this? It s that Star Trak ClipseSo So Def (Pusha) Questionask any nigga Rapper or a hustlerwho rocks is bigger? (The rapper) Nadawggo figure With the V12I make that straight killa I flood the blockI hug the glock I have a whole neighborhood that seen a thug to stop Cause I show em what Waco seethen hit the district cant visit to Jac o b I like my diamonds coloredwatch it smothered Show off at the place of jewelslet the white man love it I m too muchgot bitches out for me Bring em homegive em they choice of balcony She said "We can have more fun"I said How can we? Then she brought her girl in and ate her out for mewow All night sexin just thinkthis all came from one question (Chorus- JD) You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby Wanna talk about cars? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about a house? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about jewels? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about money? Dont talk without it Wanna talk about chicks? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about hits? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about cris? Lets talk about it But when you talk about cashdont talk without it (JD) Now as the game rotatesand my chrome gets bigger More and more girls wanna fuck this nigga Hard for a chick not to stick around When I come through townlayin my dick down They can tell a true playa by the clothes that I wear Game that I spitand the length of my hair The more I comethe more I cumget it? What you see nowI been done did it Every girl aroundI been done hit it Cars been kitedsince I was sixteen And yesI m still spendin that kris kross creme Big boy movesbig boy shine Big boy watch tell big boy time Everybody know I got the recipeso you know ya ll niggas can t mess with me Matter of factI don t even gotta say no mo (Malice) it aint to many things that exceed my reach speed boat glass floor let you see underneath but nevamind that tho im just showin off as i do in the porche show as the top loss i aint changed the game hads you know the name ads Malice in my wrist like shattered stained glass i generate the Franklins and Grants each ear look liek a hallogen lamp im high beaminand at the same time leanin in them butter soft seats that keep us street thugs sceamin before we compare paperget ur weight up i need more points then that dont you play with me jacob you see me in my backyard you see me live im every color of the spectrumlike ROY-G-BIV look dawgget a load of how daddy ball wanna talk about cash while i dun sed it all...
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