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zuò cí : Abdul-Rahman, Blake, Joiner. . . |
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Artist: Xzibit Dj Quik |
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Chorus |
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In the club drinkin' with all my homies |
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And ain' t no worries tonight ' cause we poppin' off |
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Don' t bite me, but if you wanna fight me |
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It ain' t hard to find me, just know I' ll be poppin' off |
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Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' |
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She' ll tell you we poppin' off |
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Ain' t nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' |
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They know we be poppin' off |
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Xzibit |
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Uh-uh, I know you gettin' high |
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cause you keep on starin' and your eyes don' t lie |
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That shit you wearin' and your friends keep darin' |
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There' s enough to go around and they don' t mind sharin' |
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Get between your thighs, make ya exercise |
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You ain' t gotta waste no time with no ' fuck me' eyes |
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I' m like all day long up in ya |
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Take a break, make a drink, roll the ' wood, let the games continue |
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Uh, you make me so hot - you better than the rest of them bitches |
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I' ll bang your back out in every position |
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I never listen to the shit niggaz say |
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How you' re easy to spread, like to pop pills and fuck all day |
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But baby that' s alright with me |
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If you thinkin' long-term, bitch that' s what it ain' t gon' be |
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So just shake what your mamma gave ya |
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And I' ma give you what your dad gave your mom to make ya |
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Chorus |
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In the club drinkin' with all my homies |
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And ain' t no worries tonight ' cause we poppin' off |
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Don' t bite me, but if you wanna fight me |
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It ain' t hard to find me, just know I' ll be poppin' off |
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Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' |
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She' ll tell you we poppin' off |
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Ain' t nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' |
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They know we be poppin' off |
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DJ Quik |
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Now riddle me this. . . |
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Whenever I hit her hard in the middle she piss |
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Do I take that as normal and watch her play with her tits? |
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I' m confused, I feel so used - and I got the dick |
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Now what am I doin' here? |
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She tell me she wants to keep the condom as a souvenir |
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And that' s kinda weird to me |
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I guess this ol' fuck session ain' t what it appear to be |
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Because the concierge has just brought the bill to me |
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I go 200 miles per hour on a street bike |
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And 9-0 beats per minute on a sweet mic |
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Whenever I get with bitches I lose a little somethin' |
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Sperm by the zones, we keep it hot and goin' |
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Xzibit we got it flowin', don' t even approach us, you only get roaches |
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How you gon' smoke with us nigga when you can' t even focus |
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Cause we don' t break bread with bitches, we take head from bitches |
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Cause niggaz be gettin' dead from bitches for bein' |
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Chorus |
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In the club drinkin' with all my homies |
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And ain' t no worries tonight ' cause we poppin' off |
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Don' t bite me, but if you wanna fight me |
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It ain' t hard to find me, just know I' ll be poppin' off |
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Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' |
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She' ll tell you we poppin' off |
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Ain' t nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' |
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They know we be poppin' off |
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King Tee |
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This big black baracuda type nigga |
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Last of the old coupe pack type niggaz |
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Last of the honcho and Flint type niggaz |
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Big Tweet, Big Pete, pimp type figgas |
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It' s like a jungle and I' m King Tee the tyrant |
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Demandin' all bitches stay silent - fuck snitchin' |
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I' m the violent - pilot for your child hall riot |
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Where niggaz pull swords like pirates |
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Hoes get i-rit, I mean irate |
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Tee-la let a bitch eat, put some dick on her plate |
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You better get yo' ass some muscle and go hustle |
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Get up on the grind, stop fuckin' with mine |
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For the umpteenth time, I' m a baller by nature |
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Schooled by the best, fuck a hater |
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Never lay low, let ' em know, out of mind, out of sight |
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But for damn sure you' ll catch me with the homies tonight |
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We just - |
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Chorus |
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In the club drinkin' with all my homies |
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And ain' t no worries tonight ' cause we poppin' off |
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Don' t bite me, but if you wanna fight me |
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It ain' t hard to find me, just know I' ll be poppin' off |
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Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' |
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She' ll tell you we poppin' off |
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Ain' t nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' |
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They know we be poppin' off |