It's over

Kurupt

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Yeah, I saw you up in the club, uh huh 
You think you was bad cause you had a Jag 

CHORUS: 
It's over, it's over now, 
Move over, it's my turn now, 
It's over, the game's shut down, 
Sorry. 

It's over, it's over now, 
Move over, it's my turn now, 
It's over, the game's shut down, 
Sorry. 

I went from canopies to boards, fans to no repoirs (I'm sorry) 
You ain't got the Bentley with four doors 
K-u-r-u-p-t, any, you just bring my bottle of Remy 
Recognize a real hit when you hear one 
Postin' up at the Playboy Mansion 
I stomp like gortex, poetical vortex 
Bouncin to Jigga in California 

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It's the N-a-t-i, n- a you know the rest 
Silly how frequently they contest 
I done toured across the seas and been across the world 
I done it for all y'all, my cats and my dogs 
It's over, 'cause I'm bad to the bone 
Leave a real diva to her own, alone 
I drive in Jaguars, so many different cars 
Life as a pop star, shouldn't be this hard come on 

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Suckas 
This is how life should be, my girl and my peeps 
Don't make me remind you I stays VIP 
Move over for all my dime piece 
All of my G's hustlers and pimps 
With shiny wrists, making money 
cause my turn to shine and my turn to floss 
Like you play the game I stomps the Billboard 
One thing's for sure, G's hit the door 
Tone and Poke know Natina does not play 
when she get on the mic she say what she gotta say 
Dr. Dre and Snoop know Kurupt is ill 
From East coast to West the unforgettable skills 
Bust from head to head, sippin' on Remy Red 
Running from club to club, nickels and dimes and dubs 
Ready to rock spots, fours and drop tops 
Kurupt and gangster rap Natina be running pop 

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