| I was riding in my chariot, with this freak named Harriet
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| She said my stick was ???, so she knew just where to bury it This girl named Sequoia, she was from Illinois-a
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| I had to stuff her mouth with her teddy bear, cuz she made hella noise-a
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| This freak named Nikita Brown, I rode her like a merry-go-round
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| She got to telling all her friends, that it’s a new king in town
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| I was on my way to Las Vegas when I bumped into Tessy
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| She said her nickname was Marvin, cuz when she had sex it got messy
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| This freak named Jenny Marquais, so you know I called her Butter
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| Cuz when it came to summer sundresses, she had ass like no other
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| The steak was always smothered, she was a freak under the covers
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| You should have seen my expression, lil’pimpin,
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| when I got hit on by her mother
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| This young lady named Chanelle, she was fine as hell
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| But she was 26, and her son was already twelve
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| I was at this little assembly, when I chopped it up with Kimberly
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| Hit it, split it, man that freak said she’d love me for infinity
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| You should have seen the chemistry, I changed that freak’s identity
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| Seen her at the movies with her man, and the bitch didn’t wanna remember me This girl named Chamere, she put diamonds in my ears
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| But she also tried to put these niggas on me when I slapped her at the pier
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| This girl named Cheryl Lynn, she had hella friends
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| So when I brought my friends and all her friends,
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| then that’s when the party began
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| This girl named Savannah, she used to love to pout
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| But I used to say «Don't even trip, just stick this in your mouth»
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| This freak named Miranda, she thought I couldn’t stand her
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| But yeah, I can stand ya, since I got your ass on camera
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| I was riding hard, like Humphrey Bogart, with this freak named Leah
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| Even though she was in the dark, no one could see her, get it?
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| This freak named Raquela, she worked at Pac Bell-a
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| She gave me the number to the pager, home, and cellular
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| She had a lovely smell-a, ass like ???
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| I was wet like a scuba diver from the sex, homeboy let me tell ya Chrysler ???, with this chick named Darren
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| I was at the mall trying to buy some clothes, and she just kept on starin
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| And then came the flarin, she said she hated sharin
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| I said «I'm not your man, little freak, so I’m not really carin»
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| This gangsta’s name was Dallion, she wore gold medallions
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| Every other month we’d take a flight, out to Staten Island
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| She kept a 9 on the dresser cuz she had dreams of hell
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| Even though we in the penthouse suite of a 5-star hotel
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| I rock and I rock well, that’s what I told Gail
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| She’s a conceited little fraternity freak, up there at Yale
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| Young tender named Divine, I bump in her Alpine
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| She was the type that looked so good, it was a motherfuckin crime
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| Took her from behind, led her to the ride
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| Baby didn’t make it home till the sun was 'bout to rise
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| Kickin in with Corvette, baby had a Corvette
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| She used to come and get young Nickatina from off of the set
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| We strikes to the checks, she pick up her Lex
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| We hit Hotel Nico, you know what came next
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| I was payin my bill for cable, when I met up with Sable
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| Green eyes, it was a CEO, of a record label
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| But I didn’t get to hit it, because I met with Bridget
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| She was Sable’s secretary, that gave me head and digits
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| In the parking lot of a club one night, I ran into Kirby
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| Freak worked at a beauty shop, said some gangsta’s tryin to serve me Freak you ain’t worthy, your gossip column is through
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| And if some cats is after me, I’m right here mackin on you
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| Had to pop the collar on my coat, rev up the vogue smoke
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| Looked her in the eyes and said «Yeah bitch, you’re broke!»
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| This girl named ???, Lord she was dreamy
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| Met her at a pool party, should have seen her bikini
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| This lady’s name was Val, her husband was my pal
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| She offered me to put in why he stressed the? |
| rikers out?
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| Gave the freak a smile, said «It ain’t my style»
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| I’ve known the homie for a while yo, and that would be foul
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| Fired up the weed, me and Saint Jean
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| We first had locked eyes yo, when we were thirteen
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| Kissed at 15, sexed at sixteen
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| That’s why she’s with me right now in the Beam, Tiga |