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Ahh-haaa |
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Get your motherfuckin' glass, cus it's a blast from the past |
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You didn't think would touch it two times nigga |
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Gin and Juice up in this bitch, yahhh |
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Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me) |
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Get your ice, get your cups, Cus we about to get fucked up in here |
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Yah (yah), Straight up, Uhmm (uhmm), Yah (yah) |
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I'm still smokin', driftin', swifta than a mothafucka |
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Twisted off a cup of that 'ole ignat juice |
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Heated in the seat cup fulla drank |
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Beatin' up the block in the dark blue tank |
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Bullet proof vest on my chest for the cause |
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Diggin' in my draws for dem muthafuckin' laws |
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Harrassin' a nigga, blastin' a nigga |
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I ain't seen shit, so why you askin' nigga |
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To fucked up off that G-I and juice, |
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C-I get loose, nigga what chall wanna do |
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I got a crew, but I choose to roll solo |
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Especially on Sundays dippin' in my low-low |
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??? Spot for the glock, I ain't fuckin' with the hen dogg |
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So toss out the ??? |
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Put my shit on three wheels for thrills |
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I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's real |
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[Chorus] |
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Rollin down the street, with heat |
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Drankin', ???, Sittin' on D's |
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Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze |
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Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies (2X) |
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Now trip dis', I'm on Interstate 10 fuckin' with this Creole |
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She said she knows NINO, now stop me loc |
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Cup of that Gin and Juice, I blank a bitch out |
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Then turn the bitch out, look here |
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There ain't no need for you to be wastin' my time |
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See I picked you up, now I'm gunna stick you up, And dick you up! |
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Give you what you need, then bring you back down to reality |
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With that California weed, she seemed trouble at first |
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And then it got worse, cus now I got my hand up and down her mini-skirt |
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Twerkin' that shit while riddin' up the highway |
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Doin' it my way, hella highway, the fly way |
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Swervin' in another lane, tryin' to maintain |
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And baby girl steady takin' dick to the brain |
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Now it ain't no thing, cus she swallowed it up |
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Then she wanted to take a puff, I said "Look here bitch you've had |
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enough" |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Somebody say, I wanna get fucked up |
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(Say What, Say What) |
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Come on, Now |
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Everybody say, I wanna get fucked up |
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(What Chew Say, What Chew Say) YAH |
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I'm hopped by the ice cream shop, The cops saw me, stopped me, heard me |
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Were's Serv-D, well serve me, since you got that big bad ass dangle |
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Nigga you know I'm know for havin' that big ass bank |
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Tryin' to find all your dope, cus your a smoker |
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I'll find that indo weed even when I'm on the East Coast |
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Cus times gettin' hard on the boulevard, but I refuse to loose ?!?!?! |
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Lil' Jimmy's sent me something, I need to cop something |
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Got Some (Got Some), I know you got some |
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Nigga stop frontin', get at your boy |
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Hook it up like Master P (Ughh) |
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Would it be a tragedy to fill me the best weed |
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[Chorus x2] |
