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V-Town, brother, check it out, I'm 'bout to throw down |
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Dick in hand, the shit that had you toked down |
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A little city, chillin' in the North Bay |
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Needless to say, my boyz don't play, fool |
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Yorker sidin', you know how the songs goes |
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In the back, sippin' purple chongos |
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Don't look for trouble, but it always seems to find us |
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Forty-grippin', panties, sippin', and these finks are right behind us |
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Quick left, one blow, K.O. |
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Hit the road to the next episode |
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In the saga of a few fellas |
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Oh, what the hell, I guess I better tell ya |
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It's Friday night, I got a brand new kit on |
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A fifth of Henny, for me to get bent on |
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Hit the country club to pick up ML |
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Eighty West, back to the hotel |
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At the Telly, Bones is doing pipe work |
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Johnny Z had his hand up a miniskirt |
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The Latina on the corner started to flirt |
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And I knew that when she saw me, babydoll was gonna jaw me |
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Set for the night, so I took her to my ride |
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Grab my Mickey and my buddha and I met her outside |
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Who-ride, brothers strikin' through to be seen |
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A Lexus 400 to the triple gold Z's |
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Acid in my bottle, so I gotta get some more |
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Put the pedal to the metal back to the liquor store |
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Cause you know what I mean when I'm feelin kinda funky |
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A sick honkey, straight goin' donkey |
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Money in my sock, jimmy in the glove |
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Layin' in the Lexus, I'm about to make good love |
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And burn rubber up the block |
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Back to the Telly, I gotta get some "nuca" |
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Aw naw, could it be? |
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I just got a page an' a broad wanna do me |
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Hooked it up, told her meet me at the hotel |
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She had a friend with her, so I called TL |
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Smooth me up, Sally wanted new dick |
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And Monty licked, so try an' make it real quick |
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Aw yeah, I jumped in the F-train |
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But wait a minute, we gotta hit the store, man |
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I got to get some gum and some Tic-Tac's |
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Two tall cans and a packet of Blackjacks |
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We got the goods, now we're headed for the hoe down |
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There goes the Telly, so fella, won't you slow down? |
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Park the ride in the front like a sick one |
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Just in case we gotta bust a quick one |
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Locked and loaded, let's go look for, like, one-eighteen |
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But lay low cause I really don't wanna be seen |
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"Is this the room?" |
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Aw yeah, that's the right one |
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I got the black broad and you got the white one |
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So hit the light, man, I just might, man |
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Try an' throw this thing all night an' |
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Get her so sprung, that she'll drop some "mail" |
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So I can cut turf and hit another hotel |
