| Eternally thug nigga Hilfiger, made by Tommy
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| So when I speak, hope to reach my Boricua mammies
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| Oh, come to poppy, I love it when it’s wet and sloppy
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| In and out the mouthpiece, until I cum, no one can stop me
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| My bump 'n' grind’ll do ya every time
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| Come get a blast of this thug passion, it’ll blow your mind
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| Hey! |
| Throw up your legs, wrap them shits around my back
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| It’s a Westside thing, fuckin' hoes around the map
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| Walkin' down 125 while I’m peepin' out hotties
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| And they, seduce my Jimmy, I’ll be screamin', «Give me body»
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| Make 'em all scream my name out, give me my props
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| And don’t ya, love how this thug nigga beat up the cop
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| I’m at the Rican parade, I’m watching caramel bitches play
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| Get with real niggas, bullshit ll never get you paid
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| This is the dream of a young black teen
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| I fiend for hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend
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| Now c’mon
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| (Hey girl)
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| I can tell that you want it
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| By the way your dancing on the floor
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| (Hey girl)
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| By the look in your eyes
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| I can tell you want some more
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| (Oh girl)
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| Don’t worry 'bout it, just keep doing what you do
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| (Hey girl)
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| Girl, tonight you can be
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| International
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| Okay, look, check it out
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| Nipsey, when I pull up to the club on them chrome things
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| I’m crispy, shining from my wrist to my gold chain
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| Anywhere I go, I keep it hood, I never change
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| If it ain’t up on my lap, got it stashed in the Range
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| Bang, bang, I’m getting bread on the proper
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| Private jet, anywhere I tell him he gon' fly to
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| My respect had these girls saying, «Daddy I do
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| Anything you ask,» get it crackin' when I slide through
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| As God as my witness, right hand on the bible
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| In Tokyo, honey turned it up, arigatou
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| Got stroked fa sho, now up in Atlanta in the strip club
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| She thick, cuz, took me to the SWATS, where the crib was
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| Went full throttle, got it crackin', I ain’t bashful
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| From the kitchen to the countertop, in the bathroom
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| Flips mo', trips mo' stamps on my passport
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| Told her drop me off at Hartsville, I’m international
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| (Hey girl)
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| I can tell that you want it
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| By the way your dancing on the floor
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| (Hey girl)
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| By the look in your eyes
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| I can tell you want some more
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| (Oh girl)
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| Don’t worry bout it just keep doing what you do
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| (Hey girl)
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| Girl tonight you can be
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| International
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| (Young Dre The Truth, Makaveli
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| LT Hutton, Nipsey)
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| (Ohh, International)
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| It’s Mr. Hoodnational, rider with a passport
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| Just landed from Paris homie pick me up, I’m at the airport
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| With two bottles of Moet and a bottle of Port
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| Can we, get something poppin' 'cause tomorrow got court
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| So of course I’m ready to get it, feel it going down right now
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| Hopped in the whip, popped the bottle, lit a blunt right now
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| Did about a buck-fifty, seconds later, the party right now
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| We celebrating Makaveli — 2Pacalypse Now
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| Escape through the front door, they shootin' up on tippy toes
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| Cruisin' up to get the dough
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| If you lose a chick then let her go
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| She done chose, it’s over, bro
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| Look around, it’s Harleyville
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| Dimes in high heels came from Japan to go to Cali to chill
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| They choosin' for real with no grill in my dental
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| Peep, my swagger tremendous, make moves monumental
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| It was me, three mamis, E-40 and 'Pac
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| At the Le Mondrian after party, it just don’t stop
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| (Hey girl)
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| (Ooh, riders)
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| I can tell that you want it
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| By the way your dancing on the floor
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| (Hey girl)
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| By the look in your eyes
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| I can tell you want some more
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| (Oh girl)
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| Don’t worry bout it just keep doing what you do
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| (Hey girl)
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| Girl tonight you can be… International
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| (Ooh, rider’s) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song International , by - 2Pac. Song from the album Pac's Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп