| Light up that marijuana
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| Pass me the bomb
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| Fill up my cup
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| Fill it up with Patron
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| Sun
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| We just came to party
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| And I’m feelin' good
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| I got the Remy for any women that’s feeling loose
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| Your man grillin' and he just up on my tennis shoes
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| I think we met, we gettin' checks like
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| You see her shinin' with diamonds, glass, a swimmin' pool
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| All the women drool, when they see the linen jewels
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| The way you drifted by, it really got me in the mood
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| Take me to the room and blow me up like a inner clue
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| I just came to party
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| Pulled up
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| In my old school, with the naughty
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| Valet park
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| My shit, next to 40's
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| Tip Toe
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| In the Coup, he look sporty (He ridin' three piece)
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| And I’m tryin' to leave tonight, with at least three freaks
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| Hit the room, you know, until I skeet, skeet
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| I hope these clowns in here ain’t tryin' to start beef
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| Cause that’ll be the reason that niggas kickin' your front teeth
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| We just came to party
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| We ain’t comin' hear to
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| Start shit with nobody
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| Girl, we just wanna see ya
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| Work that, work that, body
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| With ya man lookin' like
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| He, can murk somebody
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| We just sipped a little
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| Bit too much Bacardi
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| He done tripped into this
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| Cup, and spilt it on me
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| Now, he’s startin' on some
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| Shit, this with the naughty
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| He’s about to get the
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| Shit, kicked, out of him
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| I don’t got no time for these niggas that’s playing games
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| I don’t take it as a diss unless you sayin' my name
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| I’m a bad influence, I smoke weed in front of kids
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| I crack a bottle open and ask 'em
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| If they wanna swig
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| I’m the bad guy that touched your wife
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| Tip Toe ain’t nothin' nice
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| I rob Benz and still sport a gang of ice
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| We gettin' money, we ain’t trippin' off you hoe niggas
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| Cause if we want you, we’ll come show up at your show, niggas
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| He 'bout to get the
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| Shit kicked the fucked out of 'em
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| They call me
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| Once y’all killin', the Crips is lovin' 'em
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| I split his fuckin'
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| Head for the pushin' and shovin' 'em
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| So crazy
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| I harass and embarrass him in public 'em
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| Just sayin'
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| Hit a stick that get a guerilla pissin' me with that is Crip
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| I could get sick as I wanna get, cause you know I’m the shit
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| Never sound like an amateur, I damage niggas' brains
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| This buster
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| Came to be a party pooper, I’m insane
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| Got a couple of handguns, feel like my block is ready
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| And I’m livin' it Thug Life, like I was Makaveli and
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| Nigga, this Zoo Life, nigga, I ride for it
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| I’ll die for it and do federal time for it
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| I’m a Inglewood nigga, just have it at any brother
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| I ain’t started gangbangin' because of my favorite color
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| I done flip the whole brick
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| I’m flippin' this cocaine
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| Got socas in line, dancin' like it’s Soul Train
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| The party don’t pop off, unless we pop up in it
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| If the drama jump off, the first to dive up in it
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| Infamous G on it, baby, Shady, Aftermath
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| I done started my own shit, some life about to crack
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| Bloods and Crips, they love me (I get my point across)
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| Bang on the nigga that’s phony (sauce)
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| Pick up the phone with the police
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| And he was tryin' to kick it, but nigga’s got cold feet
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| YAH!
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| ZOO LIFE!
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| INFAMOUS!
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| SHADY!
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| AFTERMATH!
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| BIOTCH! |