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(Double K) |
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I was chillin at the crib about 12 o clock |
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When Thes Love called up, he knew a party we could rock |
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Sometime around 8, yo we can't be late |
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(Thes One) |
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So straight I'll pick you up at seven, dig inside the crate |
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And find a fresh plate to rotate to make the b-boys get aches |
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And me and you, the super MC's to get the cake |
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(Double K) |
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Word up! I called the posse, we can all roll out, |
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Cause once we step up in the party, yo we make the ladies shout |
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People Under the Stairs, yeah and you know we got the clout |
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Packed up my records, rolled up the blunt |
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(Thes One) |
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I got out the black book, tried to call up this stunt |
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She wasn't home, so I paged her, left the celly on roam |
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And we out to the night, right on Pico |
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Rolled down the street, stopped at the red light |
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(Double K) |
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Kept on going, made a right on Sierra Bonita, |
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Yo Thes, where's your fake ID? Ya know we need a |
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Little bit of liquor for the night |
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(Thes One) |
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I was born in 1974! |
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(Double K) |
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Yeah, right! |
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(Thes One) |
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Word! Corona represent just enough to get me screamin |
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Like them other latin brothers whose intoxicated demon's |
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Tape bumps lovely, we keep it goin, ain't mine on deck |
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The backseat complete, goin and goin |
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(Double K) |
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Turned up the beats and hopped on the ten |
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Talkin lot about the pigeons that we bout to see again |
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Yo I'm tryin to stop drinkin, but nigga pass the cup! |
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This fool Thes is freestylin, almost passed the exit up |
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(Thes One) |
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Because the drinkin and drivin's a guaranteed no no |
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Cause with the bottle in my hand, it's ****in up my rhyme flow |
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I went right, kinda slow, at the bottom of the ramp |
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Ten car caravan, undisputed champion |
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(Double K) |
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Pulled up to the place, had to find a parking space |
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This ugly bitch was looking at us so I give the gas face |
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(Thes One) |
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Hey yo, her friends was butt too but they jocked this big crew |
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Told the bitch to jump in the jeep, I'll take you to the zoo |
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(Double K) |
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Ha ha! Word |
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Her head was all big |
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They should've been at the zoo though |
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Got up to the line (five dollars please!) |
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Oh we're with the DJ (nope, five dollars please!) |
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Bitch, we're with the DJ (FIVE DOLLARS PLEASE!) |
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I'ma have to beat your ass |
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(alright just let me stamp your hand, get in there!) |
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I was the first one in and the crew was behind |
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So I kept on walkin, couldn't waste no time |
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Bumped into this white guy that I knew |
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He offered me a brew, I was like **** it |
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Took it to the head, now I'm through |
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So he laughed, rolled another one up |
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This fool Thes is pushin it, puttin gin in my cup |
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Now I'm toked back, can't walk worth shit |
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He lamp lit the J and I hit that shit |
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Took about a hundred pulls, at least that's how it felt |
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Chillin with my boy, at least that's how it felt |
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Realized I was buggin then I saw Mike's pops |
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When I decide to spark the beedie and relaxed at the spot |
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Yo, to the DJ, throw on 2Pac |
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I walked back in and showed the stamp, felt like I was shot |
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Oh my God! Saw this brown skinned cutie |
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With a big booty, titties big as hell, looked like Tootie |
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Hey girl, how you doin, oh shit I looked back |
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My nigga Thes is on the mic about to bust another rap |
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Yo, this fool Thes, |
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Ay man you bout to rap huh |
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(Hey is that Thes?) |
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Do it do it! |
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(Thes One) |
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Mic Check one two, how do you do, I'm Thes! |
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The party honored guest cause the crew gets blessed |
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Never have I stressed, ask my man J Quest |
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I rock the mic possessed when the beat's compressed |
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I rotate grills or analogs at best |
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It's the true B-Boy and that always gets respect |
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Pass the Corona, keep two in the icechest |
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Pull a girl like a plug cause I'm finessed |
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Find me when I seem sexually represesed |
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I treat em really good til they get obsessed |
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They actin kinda funny and they get bloodtests |
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If they actin ill I go and take the next best |
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You MC's be rappin funny, I'm not impressed |
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Standin like products of parental incest |
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But son, my tape's for sale so I hope you invest |
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Sunny up on skills, that's what I suggest |
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If you think you're fresh, you catch a litmus test |
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Drop some fresh rhymes, that is my request |
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You got no heart, let me lay you down to rest |
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I invoke the hiphop citizen's arrest |
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My name is.... yo man |
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(Double K) |
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Hey that fool done kicked the cord out! |
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(Thes One) |
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Plug me back in yo! |
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(Double K) |
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Ay, what's up? What's up? |
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Man, **** these mother****ers |
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(Voice in the background) |
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Party's over, |
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Everyone out of my house! |
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(Double K) |
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Yo Thes, yo, ay I'm ****ed up, |
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I'm ****ed up, I can't... yo I can't walk....awww shit |
