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Pull Ya Card

アーティスト:Lord Finesse  アルバム:From The Crates To The Files ...The Lost Sessions 

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[VERSE 1: Lord Finesse] I wonder how brothers' heads are screwed on When they frontin around town with the next man jewels on Talkin 'bout they could've been a star Sportin turned off beepers, drivin around in rented cars That only happens in America When you catch a brother frontin with a turned off cellular Out there tryin to jingle Like he's the muthafuckin man and got a knot full of singles And always half-steppin Cause even at a dice game niggas gotta start ass-bettin They have the whole plan plotted Till you say, "Celo, everybody pay up," they yell: ("My man gotta") Kickin game at random His favorite line is: ("Don't worry, I'ma hit you off when my man come") And how claim he got power When he doesn't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of And always frontin like the other kids Not a dime to his name and still livin in his mother's crib So why you're frontin like you're large? Don't front on me, nigga, I pull your muthafuckin card [CHORUS x4] [Large Professor] Pull they cards, yo, tell em how you feel I gotta it lay it on down (on the real to real) [VERSE 2: Lord Finesse] Nowadays hoes is ahead of ya (Why you say that?) Cause bitches be frontin on the regular For instance, take the neighborhood freak Let her get a outfit and her hair done and the bitch won't speak Frontin and actin all fly But pull up in a 535 and homegirl'll be like: ("Hi...") Girls kick the same old song (As long as he got money everything is alright) Wrong Yo, she's all out of order


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