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Massage parlor hoes don't ask to get ransacked |
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They ask for signatures for where they should put their hands at |
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Yeah! That feels nice baby give it another squeeze |
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Wait til' she clean up, go to my locker, pull out the berretta freeze |
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The brains was nice, I aims precise |
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Then I pulled a necklace out that'll change your life |
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We both know what you doin is against the law |
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So put your panties back on and fix your bra |
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When I pick you up tomorrow there'll be no resistance |
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Cause I got a lot of clients and they need assistance |
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[Camu Tao] |
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Hold up hoes, yo, ready to go |
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To the courthouse and now I guess you ready to blow |
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If you don't give up them draws, I breakin you slow |
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And start breakin some laws, start breakin your jaw |
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What up bitch? |
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Yea you same ol' shit |
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Bad Lieutenant where feds stay issues clips. |
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[Chorus: Cage] |
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Come on, let's go stick a wheelie up |
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Pick his jewelry up |
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Nah, Let's go pick a cherrie up |
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One or Three pair em' up |
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Bitches, stick your titties up |
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Hooker, look a giddy up |
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Look a little pretty but you know I keep the city up |
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Roll a bag of eddie up |
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No Henny or any tucked |
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Til' you gotta go and the dough is in your panties butt |
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Haters, we're already up |
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Nighthawks steady cut |
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Every pile of shit tryin to stick his 9 milli up |
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[Camu Tao] |
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Please, we know her rights |
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Fleein from vice |
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We do T's on amphetamines |
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Speedin' thru lights |
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Hookers in the backseat |
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Weeded, bleedin and cryin |
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I love bitches in the street, lookin like hard workers |
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Pull up with the badge, pull out the dick, they start jerkin |
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When crackhead hoes start jerkin, feed 'em with a fix |
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Beat 'em with a stick |
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Rookie, heat 'em with a six |
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And take them hoes to central booking and make them give you pussy |
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Take some pictures for me and smack some bitches for me |
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And make them workers know |
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You can't wait to hurt them hoes |
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[Cage] |
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Serpico got a clean shave |
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15 babes in the pattywagon, daddy mackin with his teen slave |
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Hit the streets and then the dough hit my fist |
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And if the bitch don't hit the streets, then I hit the bitch |
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And if the street hit the bitch |
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I go back to puff in the bar |
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While a John's with this bitchass stuffed in the car |
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[Chorus] |
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[Cage] |
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Is it entrapment, when my cock got in traffic |
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Askin a prosty, a price on blowin catholics |
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On bash, N-H is mackin these codes |
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Im like the I-R-A, kneecappin these hoes |
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Keep slappin these poles |
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With these tits you call hookers |
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If she gains Two pounds, I'll take her downtown to book her |
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Look my clients aren't lookin for no burn in the inches |
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Stop cryin, I didn't make you eat sperm for a livin |
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Should of learned from the sick |
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And could've studied again |
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But you learned from a hoe and now get money from head |
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[Camu Tao] |
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Cause these D.T's, can make the D.A, D.O.A |
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So we leave scene, with free cheese and we go play |
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Most these hoes in these mean streets ease cocaine |
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Dirty up these hookers paperwork to freeze those names |
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Snort coke, relax just to skeeze those dames |
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Free pussy for the deckers that can ease their pain |
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[Chorus] |
