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Well it's a hot hot Sunday jump up around a quarter to ten |
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Had to run and get this blunt that I left in my Benz |
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I lit the shit and caught a early mornin buzz |
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And called my nigga E 'What up loc?,' 'What up cuz?' |
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I'm thinkin bout pullin out the trey for performance |
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And maybe hit a few corners |
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I let the batteries charge while the kids stood waitin |
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For me to hit the switch and floss the Daytons |
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I tap my shit, yo, my shit was hot |
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So I drove her straight down to the wash spot |
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They shine my shit up real glossy |
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Suckers starin but my shit jumps like Kriss Kross G |
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So fuck what ya heard cause my trey does flips |
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The superclean three with the lifts |
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I guess I got my whole day planned and I'm trippin |
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Quick to hit the switch so let's go dippin |
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Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets (repeat 3X) |
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Now I'm rollin cocked up, flossin down the street |
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I took Imperial to the beach |
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But before I arose on the scene |
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I saw the individuals rollin like a team |
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Drove a little bit futher saw mafia for life |
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Without a doubt everything was tight |
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But they gotta watch out for the King |
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Cause I can make my sixty-three sing |
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No pigs round, no I ain't no sucka |
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I'm doin sixty just hangin this muthafucka |
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More Bound To The Ounce is what counts so I show it |
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Even if it means I gotta total it |
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Swervin from lane to lane |
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A Cadillac just ain't the same |
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If you don't know what I mean and ya sittin |
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Come on, get in, let's go dippin |
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Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets (repeat 3X) |
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I felt like Cube cause today was a good day |
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For me to act the fool in my trey |
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I'm not worried bout a sucka tryin to stick and rob |
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I just buck em down with my thirty-odd |
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Creeped up to the beach, packed to capacity |
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Hoes walkin by 'Hi Your Majesty' |
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I said I'm not Young MC but what's the flava |
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I played it like Troop cause I'm not ??souped?? |
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I park my shit on three wheels cause I'm ill |
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Compton's on the set with the real deal |
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This one's for the riders all around the world |
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Dippin through the hood wit your girl |
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Bumps in the back, sunroof top |
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Niggas lookin crazy so I'm reachin for the gloc |
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Every hood knows where the blood and are crippin |
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Ain't nothin like a Sunday out just dippin |
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Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets (repeat 3X) |