| Hey what’s E, Ah I can’t call it just chillin like an alcoholic
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| It’s like that huh, yeah
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| Hey what’s up with lil' baby you had last night yo
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| Ah she was cute and shit but I had to put on my clown suit
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| Check it out
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| Only sixteen, thick as fuck
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| Gigantic size tits, big ass butt
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| She ain’t trippin' her tight jeans was fittin' manish
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| Mint condition man, major damage
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| Potent dope, no joke
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| Bottle of suffix, I knew she wasn’t smokin' no coke
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| Look hella tempted while I’m mustin'
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| The bad thing about it I was pressed in her cousin Tanji
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| But that’s another story though
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| Nothin' worth relevant, let’s talk about the sixteen year old
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| Sexy and seducitve, quite impressive
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| I macked on baby when she least expected it
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| Designer clothes at the neighborhood laundry
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| Can I help you, oh by the way my name is E baby
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| She said I already know my cousin done spilled her guts
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| Said she did some stuff in yo 1970 Cut
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| I replied is that right, the boss and the hideous
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| That tight ass bitch Ginger ain’t got nothin' on this
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| As far as havin' me get, I spit the playa poppin' con
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| I put that piece in the box, snatched her up and we was gone
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| I said what about yo nigga, the boss and hood bounty
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| Wasn’t he supposed to pick yo ass up, she said fuck him
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| I said let’s go get twisted, she said my house ain’t far
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| I got a king-sized bed, satin sheets, and a bar
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| To the velvet rugs, past the liquor store
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| She said homie just step on it, moms get home at four
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| I said OK, no problem hella juice from the beat
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| Smashed on the gas, I see her house down the street
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| I finally made it, hmmm what is this here
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| Baby came out the kitchen with a trunk full of beer
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| I rushed to the niznack time for sex
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| Like my partner Waldo, E-40 at his best
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| She was kind of tense, yeah it made sense
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| I said to myself I might have to hit that there fence
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| She said let’s calm down, we really gotta check it
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| I don’t know about you but I’m ready to get butt naked
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| She said me too, then I said cool
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| Unzipped my pants showed her my dick like a fool
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| She said I’m so hot, touchin' her crotch
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| Stripped down to nathin' laid on the couch
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| My shit ain’t even in, clitoris tinglin'
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| Give me some more that what the hiefer was mumblin'
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| Let’s get on the floor, that’s what I had to say
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| She said I like it from the back, I said the rectum or the crevay
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| Ass in the air, I’m about to dig up in her
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| Went in the crib but thought before I entered
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| Chlamydia no, I better check that ho
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| Dug in my ear the wax let me make it clear
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| The finger that I use, stuck it in the grill
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| Searched for some cups if it burns it’s chlamydia
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| Old day tactic taught by my uncle
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| If ya gonna have the front hold it tight don’t buckle
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| Armed with the test, not a pain or sting
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| This I presume that the bitch is kind of clean
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| Unzip the Trojan, better safe than sorry
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| Stretched it to fit, told it feel like calamari
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| Am I makin' love, she said no ya not
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| Should I keep it up, she said I’m nuttin' don’t stop
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| How does it feel, she said such a large cock
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| I continue to tax the bitch like H & R Block
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| Back in forth, forth and back just call me ball
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| These rug burns got my knees feelin' kind of raw
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| She’s bustin' nuts repeatedly can’t be mad at me
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| I’m lastin' longer than a Doracell battery
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| To the lessons of clock, got pin and a cock
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| Got two and a half non-stop and the door ain’t locked
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| I’m out of line like a patient
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| Went deep into the fullopian tubes, released my frustration
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| Moms walks in, sniffin' and shit
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| Actin' like she wanted some of this big dick
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| She said my tits, clit be hard as brick ya aught to try it
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| She said move over girl let me show ya how to ride it
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| She started lickin' my dick with much philosophy
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| I’m feelin' like I won the lottery
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| From the head to the scrotum gobblin'
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| She even sucked my toes something slobberin'
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| Don’t even tweak, I’m a nympho ya didn’t know
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| I said what sign is you, she said Scorpio ya know
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| Oh so that’s what went down with ol' baby right
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| I thought you heard
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| I told ya man, the facts been proven man
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| These sedity hoes be choosen
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| Like that, why don’t ya switch ya partner number man
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| I wanna see this type of game ya know
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| Ya know that ain’t no problem, I sign off
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| If I got to, you still got them black jack things
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| I thought you heard, let’s go get twisted or something though
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| Yeah you too though, I got that too
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| Ah front it man, all them cops glidin'
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| You know they on that shit, yeah |