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    Ha ha
    Gotta be one of them baby blue joints
    Turn it up a notch let me see them speakers rock
    Choclair featuring Mr. Mints
    [Some fans right here]
    Hey Mints whos this joint going out to
    [What come on]

    Chorus:
    This is for my street misses
    The ones who like to creep misses
    In the backseet of my jeep misses
    This is for the haters [Ho]
    The ones who floss with no dough
    We loves them all
    You know that we loves them all

    Now people say they wanna go
    We bring it to the streets
    Realize that its too far
    So when I bring it where they are, where they are
    To the niggers at home
    Doin dishes with their ma
    Out back playin ball with pa
    I don't hate but its love
    And I only wanna go where real thugs
    Show love to niggas who came nothing that rose above
    And broke they balls to be a star
    Now they shine bright never stood got a brighter light
    See its funny to me how people wanna go and bad talk me
    But in a few years they be puttin chips in your skin and get yourI.D.
    Yet you suckas wanna hate on me
    Get your priorities right,
    I don't fight sit back with a corny ass spot
    ???
    Give you more of that swamp dog thing you been lookin
    ??? under your foot on the floor
    Have faith yall shouts tha funk that stank
    That pumps the radio that pumps the geez in my bank
    Stick your whole foot off the plank
    Wookie niggers wanna step up a shot equals rank
    equals take over war
    Uniforms playing their stripes been torn rippin for the
    T O R O N T O T dot O dot yall

    (Chorus)

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    Yo Yo yo
    I was tryin to live
    Only take what you was tryin to give
    Hungry take you for a ride in the six
    You ain't the only one I'm tryin to hit
    Plenty other chicks I end up with
    You know try to scoop them up
    Especially when the roof is up
    Even hop in the coup or truck
    Its all the same
    Just don't play no games
    Like Shauna I really don't do this much
    I'm not a family man
    I'm in your dreams like candyman
    Plus I only touch girls named candylamb
    When I'm in candyland
    sweet enough to eat it up like candy yams
    Call me handy man
    Take tickets to the sandyland
    I never hauk chicks like a landlord man
    I take a girl love on a family plan
    Thats why these chicks can't stand me man

    (Chorus x2)

    This is for my ballas
    My huslas my my my brothers
    Who like, like my sistas
    Who love it beneath the covers
    For my thugs, my soldiers
    Tryin to get them overs who won't stop for nothin'
    You want hits we bust

    Yo yo peoples have a man whos an ameteur
    Don't care whether you come through with a crew makin noise sothey boost ya
    Cause niggaz just cruise for wa loose cause they think what theydrop is a shot like the shoota
    But I aint' what you used to
    I'm a familiar like a brewster
    T dot, T dot
    See watch out the heat we bring
    Swamp dog gonna spread your wings

    (Chorus)

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