| When I met you baby, you was for sale
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| I just stepped out of the county jail
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| For a punk ass misdemeanor
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| My P.O. |
| dont like Nickatina
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| And an old man was lettin' ya go
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| And I could see I was what you was looking for
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| He said bring me a G, then next week a G
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| I said «Check this out pops I’m back tomorrow at 3»
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| Dont worry how I got that G
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| Just worry I was right back there at 3
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| Started you up, and it was legit
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| I never thought I’d fall in love so quick
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| Filled you up with gasoline
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| Took you to the wash spot and got ya clean
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| Cleaned the dash, rubbed that ass
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| And everything was slow, I didn’t do it fast
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| Man it took about an hours time
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| But you looked so fine from the waxy shine
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| And on my mind I thought about the Alpines
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| So I loaded your behind with some 6×9's
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| So when you sing people hear you sang
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| I’m a nigga so baby I’m a do these thangs
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| Pioneers blastin' out Aretha Franklin
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| Sometimes I’m wonderin' what you thankin'
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| My ride (my ride), my ride (my ride)
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| You dont fake, steal, cheat, or lie
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| My ride (my ride), my ride (my ride)
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| And our relationship is classified
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| I remember the day I bought me some Timbs
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| That was the same damn day I bought you some rims
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| At Kims, in the city of dope
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| And once we hit the streets, me and you, we smoked
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| On weed, wrapped in chocolate phillies
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| Other freaks saw us and they went silly
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| I remember ones name, her name was Billy
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| The other was a cousin out of Kansas City
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| They’ll drop they clothes, I suppose
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| But meanwhile my baby girl needs some vogues
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| She told me everything that was on her mind
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| Who she loved, who she despised
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| Why she like the night way better than the day
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| And did I like Ali or Casius Clay?
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| I said «I like your conversation how you shoot to kill
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| But whats this strange relationship?»
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| She said if I can hang, than she can hang
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| And we’ll never hit the bay bridge in the slow lane
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| No thang, like bangers bang
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| And she hate the police just as much as me mayne
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| I could feel you get jealous when I rented a freak
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| Your carborator had you layin' up for weeks
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| Then we smoked like friends, put that to an end
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| Now I’m back in her muthafuckin' heart again
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| Cleaned your leather, got a darker tint
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| Over the rearview got the cherry scent
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| Hit the streets, like mean Joe Greene
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| Thats when I told her about my scheme
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| A night trip back and forth from L. A
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| So I’m a have to leave you for about a day
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| It was cool, L.A.'s the spot
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| But I couldn’t wait to see my lady on the block
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| But just like a bullet had hit my spine
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| As soon as the focus had hit my eyes
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| My fist tightened up, I was mad and stunned
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| My baby was the victim of a hit and run
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| She was cryin', she said Dre, man I look so ugly
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| Is there a way you’ll ever love me… Nope
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| She seen it in my eyes
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| A brand new vision of a brand new ride
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| New ride (new ride), New ride (new ride)
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| That won’t fake, steal, or lie
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| New ride (new ride), New ride (new ride)
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| And out relationship is classified
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| Check it…
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| To my tiga grand wizard
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| Its me
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| What (what)
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| Check it |