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(feat. P.S.D. & Mac Lee) |
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[Verse 1: P.S.D.] |
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I told they: Good is pee'as |
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We just don't give a shit 'bout that huch |
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If you ain't blowin' don't touch |
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Orum, capulatin', Playa-Hatas get baddered |
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Get a suck ass to the pisa and the rest don't matter |
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Hoochie, Kochie, came down for Uchie, tryin' to clown y'all |
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Get sourround in Hammer |
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Southpark re-see downer |
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N... 2Deep and Manish come about them pantses |
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On the table, on the frigidy, on the couch, on the canvas |
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Uhmm... |
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Assholes and ellbows - Tell hoes it's pimpy |
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Gon' play a huch till I die, so go arach from respect me |
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Crew thanger, Hoo Banger, Bad braw breathness |
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And devide hoes like the Looies - Playa shit forever |
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I took a flight to Ohio |
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High - oh |
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Selver header, young sister, but a hoe |
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Chick is grabbed to a liver |
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Give a fuck |
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Live it up |
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Lil Huch don't hide it devide it |
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Make a wooooord |
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[Verse 2: Mac Lee] |
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Ohh |
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Best my touch upon the scrill' |
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Fo' real |
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Servin' comebacks |
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Because they seem to love it |
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Oh, feel nickle thang, relate it |
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Captain saver |
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Never huch and trust homie |
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Shake and fake some phonies |
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Got the Poni-es |
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Whizzahs! |
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On the po-one |
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H-Spotter |
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Then I got her |
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All up in her face |
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She's straight lace |
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It's paper chase and taxes to the thirdy |
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And dressed to impress if the tram-bitch worthy |
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Don't "Sir" me |
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No, Biatch |
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Please... |
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I'ma trees with my cuddies |
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If it ain't hoes then it's money |
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Act funny if you wanna |
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Up in the corner to the Country-Club, Cressside Californiaaaaa |
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I told you, though, you hit it hoe, |
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The cloud, |
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If your lungs stick |
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Coo' thang niggers ain't down with that dumb shit |
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Not one bitch but two hoes |
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Big banks and new clothes |
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It's tha path I choose, fo' real, no so choose yours! |
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[Verse 3: Jay Tee] |
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Up in a big, blown caddy nine-lighter seville |
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We ridd'n right on the side and playa fo' real |
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I got's to skill |
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So tear it off, kick down, break bread |
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P.S.D., Mac Lee, Jay Tee - shake phaaat |
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International player try'na pass go |
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Bitch give me your cashflow and everythin I ask fo' |
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I make the grass grow greener |
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Just a little cleaner then the average |
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V-Town savage |
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This can be lavage |
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Plushed out ice-cold |
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8.1 ain't the nice pay - the prize is sold |
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So let you pin the loadem in a moudy |
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Gett'n rowdy |
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Cousin' rockets |
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Three motherfuckers about they pay talkin' shit all day |
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As up fo' sho' we gon' stay'a |
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Go to bay'a |
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Been take a brought down on our way'a... Hmmm |
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[Outro: Jay Tee] |
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Yeah, you know |
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A motherfucker gon' get payed, partner |
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The gorgers |
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So we hit the strip |
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The dick gon' grind |
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And the mouthpiece will shine |
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So chock this up as a confirm for kill |
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By 3 real motherfuckin' players |
