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Chorus: 1x |
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Would ya quit f**kin my high off |
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Cause it's got to be the muthaf**kin boss loss |
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Heavy to the metal, drinking X.O., nothin but x.o |
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Verse 1:(Numskull) |
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I'm broke, you broke, we all broke |
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So let's take our broke asses to the sto' |
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And steal another bottle of X.O. |
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I'm feelin so faded, broke wit a album |
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But bitches on my dick like I ate it |
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I'm use to smellin fish, but not that kind |
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Look you's a hoochie, wanna do me, at least try to act fine |
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Cause i'm the nigga wit the best hand |
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You poochie, you look like my pitbull stretch the f**k |
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Out your stretch pants |
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You f**kin up my drunk a lot |
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I get the drunk talk, sick wit, ly, ly, ly |
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All I need is X.O. to set me in, bitch I don't need |
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Yo pussy fought by most men&lesbian's |
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Soon as I get home, i'ma take a hope lift to the dome |
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Shit, another civilation, i'm just another |
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Drunk hoodlum under one nation |
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Chorus: 2x |
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Verse 2:(Yukmouth) |
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Bitch, you wanna suck on my dang, dang |
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Drink all my drank, drank |
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Who's in the ja'causezi, all hoochie's |
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Suckin all on my doobie, be poppin coochie |
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But only if ya lonely baby bubba |
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Then she said do you got the rubber |
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Got the covers out the closet, another flawless victory |
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A bitch ain't shit to me, she was history |
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Soon as my nigga Nut come threw wit Num, Dru, Chris |
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And Richie Rich we on some new shit |
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I knew this, bitch was a groupie from the giddy-go |
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Really though, wanna be all in a nigga video |
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But silly ho, you know you got to f**k all of us |
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Pimps, playa's, hustla's, balla's, shot caller |
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Call the shits, top knotch blazin |
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Got a cock caved in like squashed raisin's |
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Stay in the ho, so fa sho we runned a train |
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All them nuts slangs on her neck like a gold chain |
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Chorus: 2x |
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Verse 3:(Yukmouth) |
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Back in '88, a nigga was staright |
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All in the car case, face above e |
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Four d o, z, s, o.p, whatever it be |
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Pass that shit to me |
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Gin&juice get loose of duece duece&bless tea |
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Kick it wit the fourty less, sick wit it posse |
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Got me fillin my body up like Carlos Rasi |
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Hurricane, sluricane, some smoke cane |
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May not take the chronic to the chain and won't change |
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(Numskull) |
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You can't even if you smoke cane |
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You won't get high as me, drink my jugs |
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Off the st.ides, see I can't even spell it |
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Even though I didn't drink that day, but you'll |
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Damn sho smell it, I dare you to come threw wit |
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No drink bitch, i'll who-ride you, cause my shirt |
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Drink more then I do, i'm lit, still lit |
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That's how we do this weird shit, bits |
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Of remi and shit, so I ain't f**kin wit you bitch |
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Chorus: 3x |
