| Well leave it up to me to come tight with mine
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| DJ Glaze one time with the bomb ass rhyme
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| Slidin' round the Beach with the West Coast sound
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| And if I see you on my team then I just might clown
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| 325 with the chrome Anteras
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| Candy blue paint make them skirts wanna stare at me
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| As I dips around the way
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| And ya know it’s all good like them OGs say
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| Now I’m freestylin' to a brand new track
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| And it’s bumpin' like the back of a 83 Lac
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| But don’t get me in no twist
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| Because I never thought we’d ever see a day like this
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| T-Dubb's in a Fleetwood and ya can’t fade it
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| M’s in a six-fo' and it’s gold plated
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| From here on out its smooth sailin'
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| So let me bounce like Zapp and keep bellin'
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| Listen to the sound when we pass it around
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| As we buzz around the world with the West Coast sound
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| You can just clown or be down wit it
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| But I’m a keep bouncin' around wit it
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| Now I’m comin' in leanin', crawlin' and creepin'
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| Dippin' in the ride and I’m hoppin' when I’m leavin'
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| Layin' low, blowin' smoke out my nose
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| Got some gin in my lap and now I’m ready to roll
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| So I’m a make all you fools recognize me
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| Cuz I get more skirts between the sheets than the Isleys
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| And gettin' loaded is how we kick it
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| If ya down, come hang wit the sly, slick and wicked
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| Slappin' bones wit the homeys
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| Tossin' up forties, rollin' in a fo' with a skirt bumpin' oldies
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| Get my hustle on whenever ends one mo'
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| Dice in my pocket what they hittin' fo'
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| Hittin' ventures on the one time, can’t get caught up
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| Since that three strike rule got brought up
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| Head to the bud spot and pick up an ounce
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| And dip back to the hood, fool and I’m out
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| Here I come bouncin', slidin', glidin'
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| Headed to the front, Long Beach Eastside
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| Hop front and back, let me scoop up M
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| Cuz he’s sittin' in the park and he’s all bombed in
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| I’m feelin' kinda fine so you know what’s right
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| Layin' back bumpin' «Tonight's The Night»
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| So may I continue as the story unfolds
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| I love to see them skirts do the tootsie roll
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| With a hell of a body, no shame in the game
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| So hurry up and pass T-Dubb the Mary Jane
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| As I’m leanin' out the window of a droptop fo'
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| Sippin' Christian Brothers, Lina pour me some mo'
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| Dippin', flossin', creepin' and crawlin'
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| Feelin' like a real OG cuz we ballin'
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| Hit the switch now scrapes the ground
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| And that’s how I clown when I’m puttin' it down |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Listen to the Sound , by - Foesum. Song from the album Perfection, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп