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Walk up in the session wit my dick in my hand |
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Fat sweet in my mouth, 24 ounce can |
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Ain't got no time for all yesterday he say she say |
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Pull out the B-Tape give it to the DJ |
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My eyes are tight and shinin cuz I'm smokin some kill |
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Dont look at me go buy some drinks call up some hoes if u will |
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I see its nothin but a party oh well I guess that I'm the host |
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aint nobody got no more weed its time to smoke |
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Keep that B rollin, you see everybody's holdin they own |
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you know I got to bust at least 2 or 3 before I'm gone |
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But theres always 1 in the crowd rappin loud |
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all in the niggaz mouth for all them bitches and cowards |
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With the East coast flow West coast body language |
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Don't know nothin bout the South tryin to find someone to hang wit |
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Man when you finish flowin, or whatever the **** you doin |
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Holla at me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n |
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Had to get away needed some time to chill |
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so I bought a 59 and got behind the wheel |
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Scooped up a fat sack of kill I'll be drivin a while |
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takin 2 or 3 pulls every 5 or 6 miles |
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I can't wait to see my road dogs you know how we do it |
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Just like a case of beer piece of cotton through one right through it |
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And all the bitches know me I hit quite a few they be glad to see me Niggaz don't give 'em dick like I do |
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I bust about 2 then they tell they friends then I'm in |
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with my french tickler makin they pussy lips lips grin |
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And there's always one in the crowd |
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Talkin loud found out I ****ed her cousin |
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Now she runnin her mouth leavin notes on my windshield |
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I'm a bitch I'm a hoe |
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Early in the mornin bitches knockin at my mamas door |
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Mama please when you finish whatever that you doin |
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who ever that is tell I'm in the bathroom boo boo'n |
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I got a visit from an old friend fresh out the county |
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he said he came up on a lick and he was glad that he found me |
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He had some new niggas wit him full of drink and lookin sweaty |
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Cockin gats back talkin bout, "Come on D man you ready?" |
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It's a house down the street about two doors down |
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they sell weed and they least got 2 whole pounds |
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Man all we gots to do is hit this ride and we cool |
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Let's **** his wife and take his weed and bust on that fool |
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We can all come up what ever we get we split |
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aint nobody sayin nothin aint nobody seen shit |
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So let's pile up five deep in your 'llac |
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He'll know that it's you, D, and he won't think it's a jack |
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Man you must be smokin crack you dont know who dat is |
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that nigga work for HBD been sellin weed round here for years |
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So whenever you finish plottin, schemin whatever you doin |
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Wait for me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n |
