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(Rah Digga) |
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Megahertz |
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(Verse 1) |
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Another day in the life, kickin' for all thug bunnies |
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Paper chase them self, or say man blood money |
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Schemin' ass honey tryin' to get my shine |
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Such a lady of grace, with such a hood frame of mind |
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Summertime's here, Daisy Dukes are in order |
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Swingin' with my cousin a little thick, a little shorter |
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Five in the whip, we like to flow thick |
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CD's in a clip, let's take a road trip |
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Sayin' what we gonna do now, dice some trees |
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Take a ride in the Range through the block and skeez |
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We conceited asses, wavin' to the masses |
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Cats doin' wheelies on they bikes fly past us |
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Headin' to the mall or maybe to Phil's |
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Steady cruisin' down 5th, through one chat and the grill |
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Stores closin', down goes the sun |
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Everybody get ready, here comes the real fun |
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(Hook) |
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(Ah, ooh) |
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Yeah y'all, you know what's goin' down |
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Jumpin' in the whip and we rollin' around town |
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Wildin' out see ya layin' all on the ground |
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Mre heat and there's plenty to go around |
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Party people come shake it over here, just bounce |
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Got chu' throwin ya hands all in the air, just bounce |
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Everybody go shake it over there, just bounce |
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Blowin' the spot up like we don't care (Ah, ooh) |
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(Verse 2) |
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Now we done huffed about an ounce up |
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R and Gina, my cousin flirtin' with the bouncer |
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The second round's on me, D-I-G |
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The third is your's, come time to mop the dance floor |
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See, we ain't payin' so debt that due |
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Cali clubs be the shit, since they close at two |
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I'm a socializer, y'all know my steez |
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Whether mountin' at Spagra or grimey at Speed |
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Ya might see me solo or with a bunch of dimes |
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Or ridin' shotgun when I'm jottin' punch lines |
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Or maybe with the squad, Rah, and BK style |
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First lady profile, no more chicks allowed |
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Sayin' what we gonna do now, blow the set |
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Take a ride down to Philly, check grand and Moet |
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But back to the bricks, have drinks at my bar |
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I'm the real ghetto superstar |
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(Hook) |
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(Verse 3) |
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We bring the night to a close |
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Downed a couple shots and we threw a couple bows |
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What we gonna do now, take it down |
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No, after-hours on the other side of town (HO!) |
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Come on swing with me if ya able |
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Corner reserved and they gotta pool table |
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The music jumpin' better than the club |
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Champagne in the house, every DJ show love |
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But all good things must come to end |
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Headed back to the whip, turn parking lot pimp |
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Just when ya thought it couldn't get no thicker |
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Shorty gotta hurl, says she can't hold liquor |
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Food gettin' dropped off first, please |
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Time to roll another L, hot cakes and Mickey D's |
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Peace, peace y'all here's one for the road |
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Hit me off on the jack for the next episode |
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(Hook x2) |
