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What's up, what's up, let's ride |
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Jump in the passenger side on the 4th of |
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July Hella saucy and fly, didn't grind that day |
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I just wanted to play |
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And smoke with the bitches |
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Throw phrases at bitches |
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Get play from the bitches |
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Man, it was major bitches |
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At the Pleasanton fair |
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Ass was over here, over there |
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I had to stop and strare |
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Take a joint from my ear |
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Tell this bitch to come here |
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Let's breathe |
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And we even tricked the cops, though smell of the weed |
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That's when they grabbed my sleeve |
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Told me it's time to leave |
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But what's next, "You're under arrest" |
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So grabbed the fuckin cop and slapped him on his fuckin bullet-proof vest |
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In the process lost a shoe, ripped a hole in my |
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Guess That's what the fuck |
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I get for smokin |
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Mexican stress [Whoridas member] |
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I'm at the bar doin big shit |
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Gettin big lip |
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My niggaz, dig this |
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A few cats lookin like they wanna get with |
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So I give 'em a chance real quick |
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I'm real swift |
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It's the Wild |
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Wild West, ask |
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Will Smith (?) that blew the brain |
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For foul-snitchin the game |
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I know my nigga |
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Dre would do the same |
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So I ain't trippin on a motherfuckin thang |
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Sit back shinin like a diamond ring |
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Niggaz wanna see me hang |
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So I'm upside down |
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About to clown |
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Real gangsta shit lost and found |
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Kidnapped, blast in the back of the dome |
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Mash in a |
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Brougham Flashin on the phone |
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I'm yelllin niggaz be tellin |
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Flowin like water from a melon |
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The seeds we spit, the seeds we sellin |
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From a westbound felon |
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Fuckin up your party not carin |
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From a westbound felon |
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Fuckin up your party not carin |
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From a westbound felon [Verse 3: Mac Dre] |
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I'm at a concert high and perved and a bad bitch next to me |
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Blown back off cognac, that bomb green and ecstacy |
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Bitches is buggin, niggaz is muggin |
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But bitches is lovin cause niggaz is thuggin |
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These niggaz start nuttin in the corner by the speaker |
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My beeper's goin off like crazy |
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The scene is hazy, no time to be lazy |
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Got to stay on my toes, all of a sudden these hoes |
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Come out of nowhere and grab this nigga |
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They stab this nigga, |
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I'm mad this nigga |
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Didn't have nothin in his pockets when |
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I ran through em |
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My plans is ruined, what is it |
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I'm doin? |
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Link's on the flo' - no, it's not |
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Stupid motherfucker done dropped his |
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Rolex watch |
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Put it in my pocket, proceeded to the exit |
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That's when this bitch |
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I knew from the hood came through in this |
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Lexus I seen these other niggaz beatin down this one fool |
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I said, "Here come the police, y'all better run, fool" |
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Soon as I said that the police drew down on us all |
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Now I'm at the county jail with just one phone call |
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Ain't that a bitch, weak-ass night |
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All fucked up behind a weak-ass fight |