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Big Tymers » Against the Wall
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	(Baby talking:) Hey Fresh! We back at it baby (Chorus: Manny Fresh) He had baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 1, Manny Fresh:) I'm not your man I'm a pimp, baby please understand But you hot, and they not, so we can hold hands In a long truck, Cadillac Surround sound, front to back "Forever? Forever, ever?" Forever, ever black Ridin' in the sunshine, crankin' up the Alpine Rubbin' down shorty's spine, she is fine! Love 'um, leave 'um, go back and retrieve 'um If their hair is bad, then I will weave 'um (Baby:) Kick back in the Phantom, two clips and a hammer Cruisin' through the hood on them Deion Sanders Nothin' but red whips and all them candy Two chicks, two chickens that flew from Atlanta, aye Laid back in a Maebach, countin' stacks Got work, go to work, nigga count that Summer shine, summer time, and we on the grind Birdman got them chickens and they ain't flyin' (Chorus: Manny Fresh) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 2, Manny Fresh:) I'm cool, I'm hip, I'm fresh, I'm good I'm diamonds up against the wood, richest nigga from the hood Four amplifiers, four 24 tires Fuck professional liars, fo' show enter our fire In a big black Chevy, starch real heavy Peanut butter reclinin', with the Steve Harvey line in Look at me! (Baby:) Let me slide and ride and get inside And take you to my hood where it's do or die Where the whips is clean, we hustle for nickels and dimes Chips, green, the liquior was hard as a crime Custom machine and 'dro be on my mind Lace my team with life and bricks for dimes Ghetto soldier and you can't stop my shine Fresh, Stunna, bitch respect my mind (Chorus: Manny Fresh) He had baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 3, Manny Fresh:) Sean Paul on the wall, break it down, do it girl Lift it up, let it flow, shake it fast, there it go Make it wobble, make it jiggle, put the pickle in the middle Push it back, make it clap, in and out, that's a wrap Good bye, so long, I got to go, I'm goin' home But you my favorite friend, let's bump and grind next weekend (Baby:) See you fuckin' with your boy, remember who gunna ride? When trouble hit the hood nigga, who gunna die? When shit get ugly nigga, who gunna fly? But when shit get bubbly everybody wanna ride me Benz, Lexus, the coupe, the jets Nigga holla at the boy, baby pimpin' the flesh Like in Stalled Evoy, third world is the set I'm a worldwide shiner bitch, I drove the best (Chorus: Manny Fresh, x2) He had baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl
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