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I'm out of this world, not your run of the mill'n |
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My name is Furl I'm the owner of the building |
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I'm a stoner and I'm chillin with two bitches like Jack |
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I pimps and I mack drive a Benz and a 'lac |
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Man I've been in the back wit the groupies and the stars |
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I've been out front with the thugs and the guards |
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I've been in the yard with the Mexican mafia |
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And I only run with niggas that'll kill and die for ya |
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I'm popular, I'm a rap star |
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But I live like a rock star running from the cop cars |
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I drop bars wit slaps that Knock hard and I charge for this dick extra large |
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I'm sicker than SARS higher than Mars and I treat my bitch like an ATM card |
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I'm in the buildin and I'm feelin myself |
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Man I'm feelin myself |
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I'm in the buildin and I'm feelin myself |
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Man I'm feelin myself |
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I'm in the buildin and I'm feelin myself |
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Man I'm feelin myself |
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I'm in the buildin and I'm feelin myself |
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Man I'm feelin myself |
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She's in the buildin and she's feelin herself |
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She's lookin bad man I'm willing to help |
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Stop it baby you're killin' yourself |
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Come on I got your back you could chill in my Delt' |
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I'm feelin myself too |
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Man just imagine some of the things we can do |
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You under me |
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Me under you |
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Then we can catch the Liquor store before 2 |
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We can hit my nigga and go get some shrooms |
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And if you still want to kick it we can go get a room |
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It won't cost you much, I'm a good buy |
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Dick-on-discount? bitch good bye! |
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What do I look like Mr. Frank Fuck for Free |
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No dough ho? You can't fuck with me |
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Get the fuck out |
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Bitch you still in my Delt' |
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You full of shit and I'm feelin' myself |
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I'm a West Coast Bad Boy |
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I represent it |
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\"Dre, that's a bad toy, is it rented?\" |
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Hardy har har very funny |
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You don't hear my tummy |
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I gets my money |
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My stomach ain't growlin |
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I'm stylin' and wildin', drinkin' Vodka straight fuck a Long Island |
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I want my own Island bet you I'm a get it |
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I switch hit and play with both mitts |
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Pack a four-fifth I'm after your bitch |
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He ain't doing it right she's after your scritch |
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And I'm after hers with these macking words, nerd |
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I thought squares, stayed sharp |
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You're nothing but a mark in a bucket Skylark |
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I'm playing my part |
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I'm Mr. Furley |
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Quit interrupting I'm talkin' to your girly |
