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It's Over [INTRO: AD LIBS] 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. [VERSE 1 - KURUPT] 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 [CHORUS 2X] [VERSE 2 - NATINA] 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 [CHORUS 2X] [VERSE 3 - KURUPT] 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 [CHORUS 4X (AD LIBS ARE CLEAN)]
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