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[Chorus One]
I'm a make my nigga love dat. I'm still in the shit, killin' the shit cause nigga still feelin' this shit. Show me where your love at what's wrong wit dat. (Bad bitch's in the back ground) "Cause ain't nothin' wrong wit dat." [First Verse] I need some scrill n' that's real They got me in this league feelin' like Jermaine O'Neill Came out to early an' signed the wrong deal So now Jerry Brown movin' in the navy seals Need to go to Kosovo find me the first Ho Lookin' for a man ta' get her ready to go Instead of the dough she, trippin' off the medical's bro The pharmaceuticals are beautiful but you wouldn't know To do for my Ho I'll ride on a scooter in snow Who do you know that'll tutor your Ho The executor truth n' shit Got em' wishin'to be hotter want me an' Faye play in the Bay with sea otters To be modest shit I need dollars weed knowledge an' two S.S. Impalas' Bubblin' to get my little girls through college an they gonna love dat Holla [Chorus 2] I'm a make my people love dat I'm still in the shit killin' the shit Cause nigga still feelin' this shit Nigga show me where your love at What's wrong with dat [Back to chours number one.] [Second Verse] Man I got this shit shut bitches creamin' for the semen It's your ho? It's my nut It ain't nuttin' till you struttin' through the cut An see your slut on the passenger side I'm like what? This bitch call me that's why you saw me faulty slidin' on way-way with baby Felt like something wuz wrong she jumpin' my bones But I got Seven-Six-Two's(Recording Studio)that are pumpin' your dome Wutin' answerin' her cellular phone Man I'm tellin' ya Scheming at the shop you tried to follow me in Not knowing that his bitch is at the holiday inn With a bottle of ginn an' her modelin' friend you a baller I ain't got I a dollar to spend Jus' holla n' then next week it's Quality Inn Cant wait to see Dada(Check shout outs n' thank youse) Again soon as he get outta the pen Holla [Chorus one x2] [Third verse] Eh. you got some money? You better invest that Cause nigga'll be all in your house like "where the rest at?" Shoe- box under the bed could of, guessed that You blessed cause you ain't sleeping in your vest cat Got bitches jockin' John for stocks n' Bonds And Mutual Funds but only the beautiful ones Partner! You know what blunt's do to your lungs? Nuttin' Least bit they plottin' the meek shit But fuck dat a nigga still get leather on a brand new fit An' walk the pit talkin' shit wit nigga's I be sparking wit But we family so normally we chalk the shit Informally My armour be the harmony near a situation what Karma be harming me? (This is harmony.) [Chorus one x2] |
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[Intro: beat starts and Detective speaks]
[Detective] Point her out to me Oh that's her Not bad! Not bad at all Let me talk to this bitch Hello [Girl] I have drinked enough booze to tell me I could use a big stiff dick right now [Detective] God damn baby you just met me let's get to know each other more [Girl] What difference doe's it make either you want to fuck or not [First verse] Eh, these Ho's be crazy That's why I ride away to the hide away bumpin' Isaac Hayes Seat back reclinin' in the 'Lac My mind on my scratch The beat gatt right on my lap imbibed n' no trap I'm cold in fact, I hold the gat Ain't never told the rat where the dossier at I kept my composure I popped the clover hopped in the rover N' drove like a soldier on four king cobra's Seen her house n' pulled over Motorol'ed her like "come out side" Fuck where we about to go let's ride This ain't no punk bitch When I met her she had on that louie sweater n' them tailored made manolo's A nigga knew he did her 'cause I'm in ta' dat I'm like (" wus doe's blonic's ?")? Fired up the chronic Sipped the tonic "Happy Hanukkah!" She knew what I wanted when I was on to her She hoppin' in the range now So I can feel my bond with her N' we ain't even got to leave the car Got the T.V.'s the camera's n' the V.C.R 'Bout to make her a star! Y'all know the deal When your fuckin' freak ho's in your automobile [First Chorus] Come on let's fog up these window's Turn the bump n' blaze a little endo I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough You know the deal! Baby Let me fuck in the automobile [Second verse] Eh,I love L.A. Ho's I met this broad named Jodie She used to drink forties with a little bit a stollies Picked her up Ran up in the broad in the rent a car Soon as I was finished dropped her off on Laseanaka Rollin' in a ol' skool on goe's Ho's jockin' Cause they ain't knowin' this shit's stolen Pull it ta' tha liquor store Actin' like I need something Turned out Left the car runnin' n' the beat bumpin' I catch Ho's like I'm riding a stretch Roll's Dipped in my best clothes Sippin' on X.O But no! It's white tee shirt n' Jabo's Or the creased Levi's, the five-o-five's Hat pulled down over my eyes You know the size of runnin' your chop's Don't broadcast or televise To none of them dude's! Fuck her hard to chill Just keep bumpin' bad broad's in your automobile [Second Chorus] Come on let's fog up these window's Turn up the bump n' blaze a little endo I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough What's the deal? Baby! Let me fuck in my automobile Come on let's fog up these window's Turn up the bump n' blaze a little endo I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough What's the deal? Baby! Let me hit it in my autobile [Third verse] You can catch me slumped low in a 'vette With a Ho n' mowet She throwin' a fit 'cause I ain't stoppin' or going ta' get Ridin' high in the 'burb n' never touchin' the curb Trying ta' roll a dutch n' I swerve n' cut in your lane Getting brain in the rain We starin' in the Lebaron But the bitch jus' looked n' laughed She ain't carin' Like this one little freak that I bumped at Roscoe's Fucked her shotgun had that ass on the console (Break down?) to a bus The shit stay real When your fuckin' wit them bitch's in your automobile I pulled up in a seven douce cutty with knock Ten gee sound system Everything else stock! Baby girl in the passenger seat keep axin' ta' eat I kept mean muggin' n' blastin' tha beat Probably shoot her through the "drive-thru" You know the deal! When your fuckin' mad bitch's in your automobile Final chorus Come on let's fog up these window's Turn up the bump n' blaze little endo I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough You know the deal! Baby Let me fuck in my automobile Come on let's fog up this window's Turn up the bump n' blaze a little endo I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough You know the deal! Baby Let me hit it in my automobile It go! |
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