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Baby fuck back now you could bet a girp that I won't slip |
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Even though I love to perk some hennessey with lemon squeee |
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With lemon squeeze all the jerk it just might work through the night |
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But yet we ain't sangers cuz I keep my game tight |
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I be kickin the stuff holding the mic |
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With a slight grip as I like a smith and stop a stressin |
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A ruthless adolessence you might become a lesson |
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Put on My suit and clown naw playa that's what hoes do |
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All the rhyme sales so I'm storming through |
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But since birth but I been doing this type of shit 80 13 |
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I'm really not that clean when I'm on the scene gangsta lean |
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Roll info deep but our gats in the seat I would really like to creep |
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With all the playa crew cuz your hoe I'd be gattin through |
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He told me all about cha your spots and your where abouts |
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And how to catch you slippin trippin on that main route |
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You say this by the kitchen I told the hoe to get a kid if he's a playa |
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She's coming with me I got fried fo it genius for a weed bag |
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In 92 see Pac in the jail naw nigga he's a foo' but I wasn't in the |
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But I'm gonna teach this as a Lesson 1994 |
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Yo ruthless adolesnece |
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[Chorus: x2] |
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Hittin the clean you rather see me sober |
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Peace to the niggas that hearing this |
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[Young Lay] |
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Pay back lay back got a sac of boones |
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Sittin in wracks with the cutties in they back room |
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Diggity Dam dungeon cunt I split the weed smoke |
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That my peodic come they just get keyyed and making a mail paper juice in |
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They cookin thangs they hate this mail I will I guess I gots to make the grip |
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I got a gap so thick it's going down it's |
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Gonna make me shit but I ain't trippin they got me living dangerously |
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And carrying an extra clippin cuz even these hoes are aiming me |
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Instead of wanting to be blaming me |
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But hoochie hoes is crazy hoe lifestyle changed |
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When she had the baby now she want's to |
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Name me but liggidy low is sex do love them to be your baby |
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But lookin like the next dough |
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And shit got crossed up cuz his bitch knew my buissnes can I get a witness |
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They driving fools delirious peace to the niggas |
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That be hearing this ruthless adolessence |
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[Chorus] |