| I was hella drunk one night
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| Had a gang of dope in the trunk that night
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| And drivin with one headlight
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| Saw some hoes by the bus
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| Then hit a couple of donuts cause I like to have hoes on my nuts
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| One said 'fasten your seatbelt quickly'
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| That was a cap so that bitch could get with me
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| I was drunk and she knew it
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| When I speeded past police and that muthafucka T. Lewis
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| I tried to smash but they swooped me
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| I’m in first place, a high speed chase, I’m leavin em in my hooptie
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| The bitch mumbled «Let me out» (Hey, let me outta here!)
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| Took a second look and she was chewin a half a ounce in her mouth
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| I tried to pause and shit, she hit the fog
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| I had jumped out quick and got ran over by a sidekick
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| Task hit they brakes, too late
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| Ran straight into the sidekick, fucked up the bitch’s face
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| I think the accident killed her
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| But that’s the first time a nigga got away drivin a fo'-cylinder
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| They called for re-inforcement
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| I had a head-on collision with the police horsemen
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| Bounced, popped the trunk, got my dope
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| And my forty ounce, and went for muthafuckin broke
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| Finally made it to the spot, my nigga was hot
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| He had the clientele because he had the fat rocks
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| Sellin weight out your house (is a rigger)
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| Lettin a bitch keep your safe (now that’s a rigger)
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| A fifth of gin to the face (there's a rigger)
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| (It's just another burial ground you muthafuckas gotta dig up)
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| Servin narcs in the open (there's a rigger)
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| A gang of niggas rollin craps (is a rigger)
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| Leavin your house without your strap (there's a rigger)
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| (It's just another burial ground you muthafuckas gotta dig up)
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| Kickin it with my niggas at the 'Twilight'
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| Zonin, must be on, this bitch won’t let me out her eyesight
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| Cause she been starin for a long-ass time, gee
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| She’s hella fine, a big behind, nice physique
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| Thinkin to myself: I gotta get her
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| Figured this top-notch bitch had a nigga
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| She said he just quit her
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| Her name was Sharlene and knew shit was she mean
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| With ass bustin all out her Guess jeans
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| Seems kinda sprung on that Oak nigga (Where's your broad?)
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| I don’t have one cause all these hoes are gold-diggers
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| So I ain’t lookin for a romance
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| She giggled a little and then she asked me do I wanna slowdance
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| I started grabbin on that ass, hops
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| But when I felt on that cock I musta hit the jackpot
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| Cause a nigga came out swingin
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| Right in the middle of a song that Levert fat-ass was singin
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| He snuffed the bitch in the mouth
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| I got bumrushed to the ground when security kicked us out
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| He had me trapped, I couldn’t bounce
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| Picked up a bottle from the ground and cramped his ass with a forty ounce
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| Niggas buff as I park and hit
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| He was laid out on the ground with a lump in his dreads
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| My hands are red, I’m paranoid, man
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| The bitch had came out with some niggas to help her ex-boyfriend
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| My homie had got the sawed-off
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| I grabbed the bitch by her throat and damn near chopped her jaw off
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| I tried to scuffle but the nigga straight wrestled me down
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| On the ground, cause he had bigger muscles
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| My homie sprayed the shit like a chopper, gee
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| I screamed out «Help!» |
| cause I had a dead nigga on top of me
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| Popped his homie, then we left the bitch
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| Buckshots blew his whole muthafuckin chest to bits
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| Sellin weight out your house (is a rigger)
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| Lettin a bitch keep your safe (that's a rigger)
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| A fifth of gin to the face (there's a rigger)
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| (It's just another burial ground you muthafuckas gotta dig up)
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| Servin narcs in the open (there's a rigger)
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| A gang of niggas rollin craps (that's a rigger)
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| Leavin your house without your strap (is a rigger)
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| (It's just another burial ground you muthafuckas gotta dig up)
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| So don’t slip, nigga
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| Looney Tunes in this muthafucka
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| (Is we?)
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| Got to say what’s up to my partner C&H
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| What’s up you ballin-ass nigga, you?
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| (*shout outs*)
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| That nigga Dru muthafuckin Down
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| (Givin that gat to them bitches, youknowmsayin?)
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| Still the Pimp of the Year, youknowmsayin? |