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Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
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With a phat phat track pumpin' gas |
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1 2 3 and this is O G |
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The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass |
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The getto jam is about to slam |
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With some notes from the diggady d-de |
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As I key what's really goin' on |
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Would ya reminisce with me-e |
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Saturday morning just gettin' up |
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With a hangover smellin' like a **** |
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I really can't remember 'cause I'm still kinda faded |
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So I close my eyes and thank God that I made it |
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Now I'm gettin' flashbacks of some O.J. |
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With a green glass, that's tangere |
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Took it to the hand gulped it down with the quickness |
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Now I need a trick so I can handle my business |
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What do you know, a freak's in my reach |
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Threw her on the flo', stuck it in her deep |
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She's screamin' and she's screamin' and she's screamin', gettin' horse |
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But then I busted her gut, and that was that, so kick the chorus |
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Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
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With a phat phat track pumpin' gas |
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1 2 3 and this is O G |
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The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass |
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The getto jam is about to slam |
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With some notes from the diggady d-de |
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As I key what's really goin' on |
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Would ya reminisce with me-e |
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My homies are down, chillin' in the hood |
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Got them hootchies, well they ain't no good |
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To the other man, well she might be some good cat |
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But the homies in the hood label her as a hood rat |
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She's standing there |
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So those with game can dare |
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And ooh, she'll pound that ass real fast |
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If it ain't that big |
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And when your in that thing |
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She'll make the homies sing |
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Dubabwaa, dubabwaa, dubabwaa |
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But you don't hear me doe |
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Ain't nuthin' wrong with being a Trojan man |
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When ya ridin' |
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So let's kick the chorus please |
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If ya like it |
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Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
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With a phat phat track pumpin' gas |
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1 2 3 and this is O G |
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The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass |
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The getto jam is about to slam |
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With some notes from the diggady d-de |
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As I key what's really goin' on |
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Would ya reminisce with me-e |
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My homies crowding in this dope yellow Chevy |
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2:03 to be prox |
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Ken was kickin' that funk in the trunk |
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Clean with the rag on top, yeah |
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Rollin' down the shore, guess what we saw |
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Some hootchies |
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They're fine as wine, is doggin' me |
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She's showing booty |
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So I approached the freak of the week |
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And I played it like a game of blackjack |
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And for all that ass that she toted around |
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Well I offered a backpack |
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And since I'm a mack |
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Well, you know how the story goes |
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So all ya bros, freaks ya know |
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Here we go |
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Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
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With a phat phat track pumpin' gas |
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1 2 3 and this is O G |
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The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass |
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The getto jam is about to slam |
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With some notes from the diggady d-de |
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As I key what's really goin' on |
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Would ya reminisce with me-e |
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Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
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With a phat phat track pumpin' gas |
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1 2 3 and this is O G |
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The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass |
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The getto jam is about to slam |
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With some notes from the diggady d-de |
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As I key what's really goin' on |
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Would ya reminisce with me-e |
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Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
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With a phat phat track pumpin' gas |
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1 2 3 and this is O G |
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The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass |
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The getto jam is about to slam |
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With some notes from the diggady d-de |
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As I key what's really goin' on |
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Would ya reminisce with me-e |