| What’s up for today, I’m tryin’to kick it, know the homie wit it Soup up my dog, we hittin’corners, gettin’seven digits
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| Cuz they come out when the sun out, it’s on again
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| I make 'em grin when they see the chrome rim spin
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| Twenty inch, don’t know I’m stingy like the Grinch
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| I penny-pinch, let them play once and sit the bench
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| It’s a cinch, to pull 'em out of the season
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| If she choose me, don’t let that broad be the reason
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| Smash off and leave a cloud, music bump loud
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| Ride through the park and let them fifteens move the crowd
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| Pop out and bail through somebody barbeque
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| Make a play, drink a brew, see what I can run through
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| And half naked in the summer, I’m collecting numbers
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| I tell 'em keep it on the under, waiting for the sun up Go down so I can clown, late-night creeping
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| That’s how we kick it, every day is tha weekend
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| (Celly Cel)
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| We came to smoke (Yeah)
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| Light one bitch or foe (Uh huh)
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| Sippin’on some Henn (Uh)
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| Cuz it’s on again (It's on again)
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| We came to choke (That's right)
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| Light one bitch or foe (Uh huh)
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| Sippin’on some Gin
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| Cuz every day is tha weekend
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| Slide by the store, pull out them big faces
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| We livin’today, we gettin’drank by the case
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| Leavin’traces of burnt rubber on the floor
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| Everywhere we go, we light it up like the side show
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| I’m sittin’on the door hangin’out the vehicle
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| It’s Breezy in the store, yellin’Celly, where you feel to go?
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| Straight-lacin', pervin’until I’m on my face and
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| No destination, follow me, I got the population
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| To get yo’go, it’s on when we hit the scene
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| I know you feign for them sticky, mean collard greens
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| Blowin’zips, chasin’chips, watchin’money flip
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| Trade more stories, reminiscin’wit’my click
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| Takin’flicks, never know when the party over
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| Every summer, it seem like I lose another soldier
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| Even ones havin’fun gotta watch yo’back
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| They still creepin, every day is tha weekend
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| (Celly Cel) |