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Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
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With a phat, phat, phat chorus, 1, 2, 3, if this is O.G. |
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The freaks would ya move ya booty's |
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The getto jam is about to slam with some notes from the diggady |
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As I key what's really goin' on, would ya reminisce with me? |
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Saturday morning, just gettin' up |
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With a hangover smellin' like a fuck |
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I really can't remember 'cause I'm still kinda fady |
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So I close my eyes and thank God that I made it |
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Now, I'm gettin' flashbacks of some O.J. |
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With a green glass that says 'Tanqueray' |
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Took it to the hand, gulped it down with the quickness |
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Now, I need a bitch so I can handle my business |
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What do you know? A freak's in my reach |
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Threw her on the flo, suckin' in her deep |
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She's screamin' and she's screamin' and she's screamin' |
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Gettin' horrors but then I busted a nut and that was that |
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So kick the chorus |
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Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
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With a phat, phat, phat chorus, 1, 2, 3, if this is O.G. |
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The freaks would ya move ya booty's |
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The getto jam is about to slam with some notes from the diggady |
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As I key what's really goin' on, would ya reminisce with me? |
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My homies are down, chillin' in the hood |
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Nuthin', my bitches but they ain't no good |
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To another man, well he might be some good cat |
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But the homies in the hood label her as a hood rat |
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She's scared to love so those with game can fuck |
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And ooh, she'll pound yo ass real fast, if you're quick enough |
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And when you're in that thing she'll make that nigga sing |
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[Unverified] but you don't hear me doe |
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Ain't nuthin' wrong with being a Trojan man, when ya ridin' |
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So let's kick the chorus, please if ya like it |
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Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
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With a phat, phat, phat chorus, 1, 2, 3, if this is O.G. |
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The freaks would ya move ya booty's |
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The getto jam is about to slam with some notes from the diggady |
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As I key what's really goin' on, would ya reminisce with me? |
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My homey's clownin' in his doped yellow Chevy |
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Too O.D.'ed to be dropped |
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Kenwood's kickin' that funk in the trunk |
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Clean with the rag on top, yeah |
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Rollin' down the store, guess what we saw, some bitches |
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The finest one is on my nuts, she's blowing kisses |
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So I approached the freak of the week |
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And I played it like a game of blackjack |
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And for all that ass that she towed in around |
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Well, I offered a backpack and since I'm a mack |
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Well, you know how the story goes |
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So all ya hoes and their bros, here we go |
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Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
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With a phat, phat, phat chorus, 1, 2, 3, if this is O.G. |
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The freaks would ya move ya booty's |
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The getto jam is about to slam with some notes from the diggady |
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As I key what's really goin' on, would ya reminisce with me? |
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Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
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With a phat, phat, phat chorus, 1, 2, 3, if this is O.G. |
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The freaks would ya move ya booty's |
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The getto jam is about to slam with some notes from the diggady |
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As I key what's really goin' on, would ya reminisce with me? |
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Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
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With a phat, phat, phat chorus, 1, 2, 3, if this is O.G. |
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The freaks would ya move ya booty's |
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The getto jam is about to slam with some notes from the diggady |
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As I key what's really goin' on, would ya reminisce with me? |
