| I wake up early in the morning, like time to make your donuts
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| Jump into my Nikes cause the girlies love 'em so much
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| Fresh, fly, sneakers I tie
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| Even though my girl cook I should have some humble pie
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| Cause my heads in the clouds so I jump in my Ferrari
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| No steering wheel, a controller for Atari
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| Drive out my driveway made of gold bricks
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| And an Old English water fountain beer it drips
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| So I turn on the radio and guess what I’m bumping
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| A new hit single by Boogie Down Production
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| Pull up to my job, park in my space
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| Put my space helmet on cause I work in outer space
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| At a factory that assemble porn star chicks
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| I test how my dick fits in-between her lips
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| And I just got a raise and it pays like a million dollars a day
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| On my day off I play golf with Dr. Dre
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| And he said he’d make me a beat
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| My alarm clock beep guess I’m walking in my sleep
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| «The beats make me falling asleep, I keep…»
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| She’s right in front of my desk
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| She at the copier in a real tight dress
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| And she staring at me, eyes so compelling
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| She walked over to me and released her melons
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| And now she in my lap and she kissing my neck
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| That’s when she said, «Excuse me, who the fuck you staring at?»
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| Damn, my eyes are glazed, step out of my daze
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| It’s only lunchtime, it’s a real long day
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| And I’m kinda embarrassed, go and grab some eats
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| That’s when I see a Lambo' speed down the street
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| And the driver pull over and he hand me keys
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| So I pull out a knot and I hand him the cheese
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| I get in, drop the top, I’m feeling the breeze
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| Then I picked up a shorty that I wanted to skeez
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| I heard a horn blow
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| «I don’t know who you are
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| But would you please get your hands off my brand new car buddy?»
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| I’m like, «Fuck.» |
| looking like a creep
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| Daydreaming over a whip that’s parked on the street
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| Sometimes I can’t tell if I’m awake or asleep |