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I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly |
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Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly |
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Digga b was in the front so he let me through the door |
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I never get frisked so i pack a forty-four |
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Straight to the bar, can i get a rum and coke? |
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The whole club was filled with the indo smoke |
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E-swift was scratchin, tash was hoe catchin |
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I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin |
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So king tee was baggin, the nigga threat was braggin |
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Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in |
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Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep |
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Peep, e-swift shoe em how we creep |
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[e-swift] |
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Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall |
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Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol |
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Starin at your chest, and i can only guess |
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Lord have mercy what's up under that adidas dress |
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Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice |
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Stick around and watch us rock the mic device |
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She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled |
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I don't think i'm large so she didn't bust my bubble |
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It's the liks baby where your girlfriends at |
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She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back |
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No sweat, i'll go out and get em |
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Hooked it up for noid and tash to get with em |
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Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin |
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Got the three hoes in the front row chillin |
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That's how it be when you play high post |
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Cause all i wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost |
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[xzibit] |
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This is how i roll it, i met her at a club last week |
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It was this fly ass freak, i didn't sleep, i got the digits, laid back |
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Coolin at the crib one day |
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I think i'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour |
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I finally ask her can a nigga come through |
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She talkin bout she ain't dressed i said "cool, i'm still comin over" |
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I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe |
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Ice cold, forty down in the freezer |
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And roll up blunts at my leisure, i play like i believe her |
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How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer |
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An hour later i was breakin her off |
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In each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in |
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I got up and then i washed my shit |
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Alright bitch, word got her rings then i split |
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Yeah back to the shade, so i can get my lounge in effect |
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Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check |
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Chorus: repeat 2x |
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All i really wanna do |
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Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through |
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All i really wanna do |
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Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash |
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[j-ro] |
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I was drunk as hell-est, i begin to bill for my pray |
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The club reminded me of whylin at the bush back in the day |
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That's when i seen her, the freak from the diner |
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Her name was nina, or tina, or was it regina |
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Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass |
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I said my name is big game all in her face |
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I said for what it's worth, i'm the best on earth |
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Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth |
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I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it |
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Can i get in your backfield like cornelius bennet |
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She said, "mmm, j-ro yeah! |
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Just let me know the time and i'll be there" |
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I said, "i'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake |
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Let's go to larry parker's for a burger and a shake" |
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We got to the place i started stuffin my face |
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Not a bid did i waste, cause it was good to the taste |
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I didn't wanna get stuck so i said, "what the heck |
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I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check" |
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And the next move, you might think it's tasteless |
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But i gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress |
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[xzibit] |
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We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny |
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The shit bitches do for money |
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Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights |
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I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight |
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Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker |
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Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her |
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I said, "look hon, all i gots is blunts, forties |
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A couple of brothers cause i don't know the kids before me |
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You're trippin." dip into the streets to chill |
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Nigga these days, i'm gettin pj's, on the freeways |
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It's lovely, i get home, blaze up another drink |
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Of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer |
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Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches |
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Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self |
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I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth |
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You felt the vibe when i tapped that ass |
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Chorus |
