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Me and Strainj just got off work |
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Hit the liquor store to erk and jerk |
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Go back home, grap a cup |
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Put a tape in, turn the stereo up |
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Start smokin' |
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Start sippin' |
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Start laughin' |
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Start trippin' |
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The gangsta house on the block |
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Stereo bumpin' with major knock |
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Crazy G's |
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Rollin' D's |
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Pull into the side, shoot the breeze |
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Smoke some weed, drink some brew |
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Sell a CD, make a dollar too |
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Crack some jokes, discuss some plans |
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Push for time so we slappin' hands |
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He hopped in the car, let the Daytons twirl |
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Yeah, |
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**** the corporate world |
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Drinkin' on the sidewalk |
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oww |
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Dancin' while we talk |
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(Dancin' while we talk) |
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Hoppin' in the caddy |
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Glide like a chickenhawk |
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(Yeah) |
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I got off work, went to the club |
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The guy at the door charged me a dub |
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Stuck up bitches wouldn't dance, security guard pullin' up my pants |
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Macho niggas tryinna start a fight |
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Couldn't get the bartender all damn night |
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(*laughin*)Oh, the DJ was gay |
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He had a flat top like Kid And Play |
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And he was kissin' those bitches' asses |
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With the Urkel (?) pants and them Dwayne Wayne glasses |
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Whack rap music all night long |
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I didn't even hear one good song |
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**** the club, i'll stay home |
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System beat good in my Fleetwood Broug |
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Hit the liquor store, buy 4-0 |
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Drinkin' on the sidewalk, you know? |
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Drinkin' on the sidewalk |
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Dancin' while we talk |
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Hoppin' in the caddy |
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(zoop, zoop) |
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Glide like a chicken hawk |
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Drinkin' on the sidewalk |
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Dancin' while we talk |
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Hoppin' in the caddy |
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(zoop, zoop, yeah) |
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Glide like a chicken hawk |
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Walk up drunk to a hoodrat, get her number just like that |
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She said she might not do nothing tonight |
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Told \"Come through\" and she said alright |
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Baby came through with the ghetto girls |
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Called up the homies with the Chucks and curls |
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Sent the hoodrats to the liquor store |
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Coz' nobody tryinna shoot them, you know |
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Waitin' on the bitches, rollin' blunts |
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Tonight we'll be pullin' major stunts |
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We got music, we got food |
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We got time to get 'em in the mood |
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Porch light off, dark in the front |
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All you can see is the light from the blunt |
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Every now and then, she dance |
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I dance with her while i sag my pants |
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Drinkin' on the sidewalk |
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Dancin' while we talk |
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Hoppin' in the caddy |
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Glide like a chicken hawk |
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Drinkin' on the sidewalk |
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Dancin' while we talk |
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Hoppin' in the caddy |
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Glide like a chicken hawk |
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oww |
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buccooc |
