| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| We go dumb, go stupid
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| Make her fall in love like Cupid
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| None of this shit be Disneyland
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| Eazy E, this shit get roofless, yeah
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| She gon' pop her coochie 'cause she see how we maneuver
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| Niggas hoping that I fell but fuck that shit ain’t ever losing, yeah
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| We go dumb, go stupid
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| Make her fall in love like Cupid
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| None of this shit get Disneyland
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| Eazy E, this shit be roofless, yeah
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| She gon' pop her coochie 'cause she see how we maneuver
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| Niggas hoping that I fell but fuck that shit ain’t ever losing, yeah
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| I don’t really do the fighting
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| I’m too little for the squattle
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| But if you run alright you might get hit up with a bottle, yeah
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| I might fuck on a model, whiter snow and call a hollow
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| Then go make her eat a burger 'cause what I say she gon' follow
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| Bitch don’t ask me for no feature
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| I’ve been working way too hard for you to come and do the leeching
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| She bring old shit, just be reachin'
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| I might fuck one of my teachers
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| I might run game on your ho and she gon' go sit on the bleachers
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| Papa told me be 'bout action
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| I don’t really do the speakin'
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| Mama taught me my manners
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| If you ain’t fuckin', nice to meet ya
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| If you run up, we 'bound to greet ya
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| My heart colder than a season
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| You run like a sports season
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| Yeah, we might go in for no reason (Slatt)
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| We go dumb, go stupid
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| Make a falling look like Cupid
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| None of this shit get Disneyland
|
| Eazy E, this shit be roofless, yeah
|
| She gon' pop her coochie 'cause she see how we maneuver
|
| Niggas hoping that I fell but fuck that shit ain’t ever losing, yeah
|
| We go dumb, go stupid
|
| Make a falling look like Cupid
|
| None of this shit be Disneyland
|
| Eazy E, this shit get roofless, yeah
|
| She gon' pop her coochie 'cause she see how we maneuver
|
| Niggas hoping that I fell but fuck that shit ain’t ever losing, yeah
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| Eazy E, this shit be roofless, like it’s 1986
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| I don’t do the back and forth, no I just rather call it quits
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| Your stripes ain’t hit, he off the shits
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| We crack, poppin', make it twist
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| I might go and cop the coupe and drop the dose upon that bitch
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| Read it over 'fore i sign, they go rondo, number nine
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| Then I go go seven-thirty like the mothafuckin' time
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| All this shit yeah it be written so no I can never lie
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| This will be that Jim Jones, that '06 that stay fly, yeah, yeah
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| Girl it’s the same (It's the same), nothin' different (Nothin' different)
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| You know I ain’t here, can you see the bigger picture?
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| They know that I be that nigga, that boy worth like six figures
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| Play piano, with the triggers
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| Go pay for a shawty’s fillers, yeah, yeah
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| We go dumb, go stupid
|
| Make a falling look like Cupid
|
| None of this shit be Disneyland
|
| Eazy E, this shit get roofless, yeah
|
| She gon' pop her coochie 'cause she see how we maneuver
|
| Niggas hoping that I fell but fuck that shit ain’t ever losing, yeah
|
| We go dumb, go stupid
|
| Make a falling look like Cupid
|
| None of this shit be Disneyland
|
| Eazy E, this shit get roofless, yeah
|
| She gon' pop her coochie 'cause she see how we maneuver
|
| Niggas hoping that I fell but fuck that shit ain’t ever losing, yeah |