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Yo, ya know we peepin' y'all |
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Ya know we peepin' y'all |
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Slow motion style |
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Pacific Ocean style |
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Wh-what? |
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I'm in a rowdy ass club there's hella-bitches all around me |
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This girl walks up, she says she's glad that she found me |
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I told her she was trippin' 'cause the girl ain't even know me |
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Then she told me she want to introduce me to her homies |
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I said, "Well, baby girl go get your kemo sabes |
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I'll get my liquid niggas, we'll meet you in the lobby" |
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She walked wit' a smile I ain't seened in a while |
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So we mobbed through the crowd Killer Cal style |
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Walkin' wit' a limp, 'cause see, we pimp to perfection |
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For us to catch a date don't take the love connection |
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Fuck Chuck Woolery you want a date for surely |
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All it take is fine jewelry |
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A wink and a drink and what the fuck you think? |
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I mack a baby doll down, she in a long black mink |
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We straight standin' in the lobby straight face to face |
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Then she said, "Cut the chase let's bounce to my place" |
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'Cause ladies we wait for nightfall |
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You thinkin' that we sleepin' but we peepin' all o' y'all |
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Even all o' y'all up against the wall but slow down |
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Baby doll you can't walk before you crawl |
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Ladies we wait for nightfall |
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You thinkin' that we sleepin' but we peepin' all o' y'all |
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Even all o' y'all up against the wall but slow down |
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Baby doll you can't walk before you crawl |
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Still close to gettin' toasted by the B A R |
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About to bounce wit' these bitches 'cause they don't live far |
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Niggas all up in my grill, lookin' hella-bizarre |
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I poured my drink on the ground for my dead homey Par |
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Grabbed my car keys my doctah function |
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Burnt a little rubber made my outroduction |
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Pumpkin' and her friends pushed the two-door Benz |
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I pushed the E420 so we looked like twins |
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Swervin' through the night everything is right |
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Swift rolled a blunt but he can't find a light |
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Just when we 'bout to blaze it up and get high |
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I peeped the one time out the corner of my eye |
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'Cause one time they wait for nightfall |
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We thinkin' that they sleepin' but they peepin' all o' y'all |
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Even all o' y'all up against the wall but slow down |
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Killer-cops you can't walk before you crawl |
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One time they wait for nightfall |
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We thinkin' that they sleepin' but they peepin' all o' y'all |
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Wanna throw a nigga up against the wall but slow down |
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Killer-cop you can't walk before you crawl |
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I rolled past the cops, I'm on my cell phone blown |
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Doin' 60 miles-a-hour in a 35 zone |
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Just when I thought it was about to be on |
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The girl pulled into the gate of a million dollar home |
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Fly landscape and Cavi' decorations |
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The living room was bigger than the Club United Nations |
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Place was to the point I kicked my shoes off the secko |
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30 percenters when I talked it made a echo |
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Echo, rolled up the fat perfecto |
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They wanna skinny dip but I ain't wanna get wet though |
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So let's go that's what she told Tash |
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She led me to her room, lookin' like Stacey Gash |
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Baby got it pumpin' can't help but to feel it |
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Then she told me that she married to a killer drug dealer |
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Should I, A) Stay |
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Or B) Bounce immediately |
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'Cause haters they wait for nightfall |
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We thinkin' that they sleepin' but they peepin' all o' y'all |
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Even all o' y'all up against the wall but slow down |
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Baby Pa' you can't walk before you crawl |
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Haters they wait for nightfall |
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We thinkin' that they sleepin' but they peepin' all o' y'all |
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Even all o' y'all up against the wall but slow down |
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Baby pa' you can't walk before you crawl |
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Can't do it, ya can't do it |
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Ya can't walk before ya crawl |
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That's right y'all slow motion style |
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Killer Cali on the mic |
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Catastrophe fuckin' it up all the way from the Bermuda Triangle |
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Hottest shit on the streets, 1998, '99, 2000 |
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Raise, raise yo' glass, raise yo' glass to Tash |
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Raise yo' glass and make a toast to Tash |
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Now straight up, not tonight, not tonight |
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We got Tash on the mic, not tonight |