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It was Saturday night and I'm feelin kinda sporty |
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Went to a bar and caught me a 40 |
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Got kinda a high and a kinda drunk |
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So I kicked the ass of this little punk |
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Forgot my key and had to ring my bell |
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My momma came dressed, she said, "Who the hell?" |
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Wait momma, wait, it's me ya little son |
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Before I knew it my mom pulled a gun |
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"I know who you are, but who the hell is that?" |
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I turned around man, this bitch was fat |
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I really don't know, she got into the car |
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I musta picked her up when I left the bar |
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Ya know I'm horny homey man I wanted to chill |
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But you know how mothers are, she wanted to ill |
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So I said, "Hey baby is you on the pill? |
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'Cause, tonight I wanna be your lover |
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Just one thing I forgot to buy a rubber" |
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Wait a little while then we snuk upstairs |
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Step by step with a hint of fear |
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We got into my room, bitch started to scream |
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Momma busted in with a fucked up scene |
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Shirt ripped off, drawers down to my knees |
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Wait momma, wait momma, wait, wait, please |
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Put back your gun, put down your brew |
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My mom fucked up the room |
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The bitch jumped up with no respect |
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I had to put the big, big bitch in check |
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I said, "Ya come a little closer and ya will get shot |
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I'm sober anyway, I don't need no cock." |
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Oh yeah, them wild Saturday Nights |
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It was Saturday Night and I was feelin kinda funny |
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Gold around my neck, pockets full of money |
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Went to the corner, man who did I see? |
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But the super bad bitch lookin back at me |
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I said, "Fly lady man, you got a big butt" |
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Bitch turned around, all she said was, "What?" |
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I said, "My name is Schoolly baby, I'm down with the Shores" |
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Before I knew it up came my boys |
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Noisy as hell and drunk as shit |
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Sayin, "Yo Schoolly Schooll, what time is it?" |
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Looked a little closer and I knew it was gag |
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What I thought was a girl was nothin but a fag |
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Everybody rappin but they don't know how |
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Shoulda seen the boy rappin to the cow |
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He rapped so hard that the nigga saw smoke |
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He lit up his cheeba and they both took a toke |
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The cow got high and the boy got by |
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Just don't come in my face and ask me why |
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Cheeba Cheeba ya'll |
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Yeah it's that cheeba cheeba makin 'em feel like that |
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Cheeba Cheeba ya'll |
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Some call it Cheeba, some call it weed |
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It's the killer, it's the filler, it's the thing that you need |
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Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet |
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Smokin a J and scratchin' the itch |
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Along came a spider and sat down beside her |
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And said, "Yo, what's up with that, bitch?" |
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But then down the road came Mary and her lambs |
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Smokin' a Lacy in each and every hand |
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The poor little spider, he couldn't score any |
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They were 2 dollar bitches and he only had a penny |
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Cheeba Cheeba ya'll |
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Yeah Cheeba Cheeba ya'll |
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Let me tell ya a little tale about Peter the Pimp |
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Sucka MCed, tried to cop a limp |
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Rode around town in a couple of cars |
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Got gagged by the man tryin to stick up a bar |
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The judge said, "Boy, what was on your mind?" |
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He said, "I had some Cheeba Cheeba, cocaine and some wine." |
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The judge said, "Boy, relax and have a beer |
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You won't be doin shit for the next ten years." |
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Cheeba Cheeba ya'll |
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Yeah, it's that Cheeba Cheeba |
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Cheeba Cheeba |
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Some call it Cheeba, some call it weed |
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It's the killer, it's the filler, it's the thing that you need |
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Cheeba Cheeba ya'll |
