| Throwin' a half, half a quarter burnin' the bath in
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| Let the feathers dry, then chuck it, like a javelin
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| She threw like a thumble at Grambling
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| I need more sack, to shove all of the sand in
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| I’m on the way, I’m in route, I’m in transit
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| I’m bringin' that brown X-nay on that tan shit
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| Livin' outlandish, duece deuce on campus
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| I used to brandish, this cookie rock hard aerosmith
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| Murkin' alive, huh he a trip
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| I’m in the house, that’s the bitch with thousands of pyramids
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| Paper cut that pussy, I’m a live wire
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| Jumper cable on that pussy
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| Get burnt for the brick and maybe kill for the cushin
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| He ain’t built for this cousin
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| He’ll be running with the buzzards, I’ll be running with the budgets
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| Never running out of numbers, I’m the captain of the corner
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| Kakis and Coronas, brother Al Capone it
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| I keep a pretty blonde bitch bouncing on my boner
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| Pouncing on opponents 'cause they all lousy phonies
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| Kickin' up dust, squeeze the trigger till it rust
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| Middle finger to the fuzz, got my thing up in the club
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| Lean with it, rock with it
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| Doesn’t beg up in the pile with it
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| Microwave and we gon' power whip it
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| When they get up we drop the ass and they get locked with it
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| I tell 'em lean with it, rock with it
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| Doesn’t beg up in the pile with it
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| Microwave and we gon' power whip it
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| When they get up we drop the ass and they get locked with it |