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Jumped in a Yukon GMC* |
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Then I hit the block like T-N-T |
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And just like C&C |
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I drive a Music Factory |
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Actually |
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I show the block some love, it shows it right back to me |
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Drivin' hands free on the celly |
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I'm no fool, low fuel, I'm cool like Fonzarelli |
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Seats all the way back to the last notch |
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One hand on my crotch, it's a nice day to ass watch |
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Seem Sima, two dimes and a Beamer |
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Who am I? |
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On my way down to Do Or Die |
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I get Apocalypse |
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We see a shorty with a lot of hips |
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Skin tight jeans and some Prada kicks |
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Beep beep |
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We stop in the middle of the street |
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Double park the jeep |
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See if she speak |
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The picture I'm paintin' is so graphic |
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On my way to scoop Punchline, there's no traffic |
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[Chorus: ~Big Pooh~] |
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Road clear, high speed, 80 degrees |
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Switch lanes, window down feelin' the breeze |
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Ladies out |
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Green all the way, had to stop hardly |
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The Alpine turn the streets to a block party |
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Outside the deli |
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Kids playin' skelly |
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Old folks reminisce, hustlers on cellys |
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Full tank of gas, places to be |
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Got to go, more people to see |
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There's no traffic |
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[Verse 2: ~Stricklin'~] |
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Lookin' at chicks to pass the time |
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Her grill's twisted, look how her ass design? (Holla!) |
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Gave me her number, I passed her mine |
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Told her I rhyme |
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Call me up after nine |
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At that time |
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Ace pulled up in the ride |
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Two beeps then I hopped in the passenger side |
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We bumpin' that EMC shit |
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We peepin' |
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Chicks in places and spots we most frequent |
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Day is different |
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Get a cut from Doug in the 'ville |
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Bout to cop some kicks it's flight club |
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Show love |
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Get a dog and a drink |
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This day is sweeter, than a thug rockin' pink |
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Hot day |
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It's fun in the sunshine |
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Music loud, no beef with one time |
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See a chick with some hips and thick thighs |
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I invite her to the show tonight |
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Now let's ride |
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[Chorus: ~Big Pooh~] |
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Road clear, high speed, 80 degrees |
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Switch lanes, window down feelin' the breeze |
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Ladies out |
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Green all the way, had to stop hardly |
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The Alpine turn the streets to a block party |
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Outside the deli |
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Kids playin' skelly |
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Old folks reminisce, hustlers on cellys |
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Full tank of gas, places to be |
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Got to go, more people to see |
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There's no traffic |
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[Verse 3: ~Big Pooh~] |
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Yeah |
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Ace call me up about a week ago |
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Told me come to NY cause he's havin' a show |
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So I put Tay on the plan, a week went past |
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Filled up the whip with gas |
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Let's ride |
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Who ready for the trip, rear speakers on lean |
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It's a sunny day, gotta get the car clean |
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Wipe down the grill and shine the spokes |
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Car culture homie, ain't no joke |
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Let's roll |
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[Phonte:] |
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Let's go cause me and my wiz |
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Been arguin', cause she and the kids |
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Been botherin' me |
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So I'ma take this trip |
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Give us some space |
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Watch my man Ace perform 'Me & The Biz' |
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With the rest of EMC, NYC gang |
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Wildin' out up in BB Kings |
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An hour later, niggas can't wait to eat these wings |
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We gotta have it |
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On our way to Skylight Diner there's no traffic |
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[Chorus: ~Big Pooh~] |
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Road clear, high speed, 80 degrees |
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Switch lanes, window down feelin' the breeze |
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Ladies out |
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Green all the way, had to stop hardly |
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The Alpine turn the streets to a block party |
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Outside the deli |
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Kids playin' skelly |
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Old folks reminisce, hustlers on cellys |
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Full tank of gas, places to be |
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Got to go, more people to see |
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There's no traffic |