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E, yo POne hot summer day back around the way |
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A new kid moved onto the block and his name was |
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JayJay was cool, he trucked jewels, packed a nine mill |
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Yeah, and kept his smitty's on his tool |
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Anyway Jay portrayed to be like hard |
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So we took him in and put him down with the hit squad |
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His house was phat, full court in the back |
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Jacuzzi in his bedroom, a "Welcome" on the doormat |
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Plus AZT, full house alarm system |
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One rottweiler, one pitbull, no one could vic him |
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Something strange about the crib, |
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I had to think |
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Why the whole goddamn house was dressed in hot pink |
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Yo Jay, where's your bathroom? |
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Bust a move, |
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I gotta piss |
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Three doors on the left, homeboy, ya can't miss |
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My head was busted, disgusted, |
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I said, "What's goin' on?I seen a douche bag and safety Maxi-pad tampons" |
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Left the bathroom, went back where |
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I wasTapped |
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Jay on the shoulder and said, "Eiyyyooo 'cuz""I thought you lived alone""I do""Are you certain?" |
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There's bras and leotards, hangin' on the curtain |
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Yo Jay, what's your problem, homeboy, you look stunned |
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What you doin'? |
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Put down that knife, where's my gun?"Shit's thick, I reached for my tool, I wasn't strappedLeft the nine in the car, right next to the Jim HatIt's my ass, I better think fast real quickI got a flashback from a Bruce Lee flickGot in my stance, don't lieKay, I broke for the doorTripped on some bullshit in the living room floorJay, rushed me, I grabbed him, scooped him up in the yokeAhh shit, kicked him in the nuts, that's all she wroteIt was like rapunzelRapunzel? Down came his hairTitties popped out and there was ass everywhereJay a transvestite? Not quite he was more likeJ to the A to the N to the E, yo PDon't tell me, you went out like a suckerChill, took off that mustacheGrabbed that ass and I fucked herPeace, I'm Audi 5000, Audi 5000, ahh shitAll of that real shit, you know what I'm saying?Jane? Haircut, haircut like Anita Baker?The whole shit, yo, the whole shit, you know what I'm saying?Nah you can't man, I ran right up in her like Bruce JennerBut better, right in there, man, I didn't even careAre you crazy? Well, I was holdin' meDon't tell me it was Jane you were juicin'Sheiit, kick it-e |
