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Uh, Uh, Uh, |
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Uh, Uh, Adjust ya radio |
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Boy you got me tripping, boy you got me tripping |
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Baby wet my whistle, boy you got me tripping |
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You got me heated |
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So won't you wet my whistle, boy you drive me crazy |
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And I can't get enough[Verse 1](It's him) |
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With the B-to the |
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Double O-M |
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You can feel the breeze from the |
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Rover, the |
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BenzYou can hear it over and over again |
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As I get closer and closer, then |
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Rolling by the pose with the blow and the dro and the blend, with the soldier grin |
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Rolling by the sto' with the 4-0, sitting in my lap like |
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Ice Cube way back when |
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But we too grown, so we roll by a hoe in the two tone, |
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Maybach Benz(He ain't even from the hood) sell it to the streets |
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Nigga yelling that to me, you selling that for cheap |
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You best stick to walking, unless you'd like to be offed'en |
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For less then the price of a coffin |
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Nigga where them dollars at' |
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Straighten up your face |
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I'm smelling you aroma, you hating up the place |
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Before I start |
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K'ing up the place, this is what you fearing[Chorus: Sara Stokes + (Royce Da 5'9")] |
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Adjust your radio |
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Boy you got me tripping (This is what you hearing, Boom) |
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Boy you got me tripping (This is what you hearing, Boom) |
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Baby wet my whistle (Boom) |
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Boy you got me tripping (This is for the trunks with them thangs in 'em, Boom) |
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You got me heated (This is for the trunks with them thangs) |
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So won't you wet my whistle' (Boom) |
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Boy you drive me crazy (This is for the trunks with them thangs in 'em, Boom) |
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And I can't get enough[Verse 2] |
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It's him, with the |
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B-to the Double |
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O-MYou can feel the breeze from the |
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Rover, the |
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BenzYou can hear it over and over again |
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As I get closer and closer, then |
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Sounding like a plane on the landing strip |
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Wheels looking like fans on a whip |
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Backseat of my |
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Benz lets swing an episode |
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Come on, cheat on ya man ma, he don't have to know |
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I got a room like the |
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Real World confessional |
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Booth, I only allow true professional(Can we turn the camera off') |
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Uh-uh, that's a no(Can I put my shoes on ya seat') |
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Uh-uh, that's a no, |
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I bring a light to ya hood with me |
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Hop in this car and shine honey if you wanna be looking good with me |
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You see that full clip by him, like he that hood rich nigga |
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Riding in that |
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BF Goodrich tire |
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My status in the streets don't matter |
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When the haters come thru like the static in the speakers[Chorus][Verse 3] |
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Boom, niggaz at the car wash looking (looking) scheming (scheming) |
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Tires gleaming (gleaming) ya'll stay mad |
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At the wood grain in the parque dash |
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Stash in the deck, albums banging (banging) |
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Off the fiberglass of the |
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Vette (like Boom) |
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While we hanging, doing our thang |
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Me and one of my mayne, it's a summertime thang[Outro: Sara Stokes] |
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Boom...haha...' |
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I-CBoy you got me tripping |
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Boy you got me heated |
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And I can't get enough |