| Aye yo Im Sean Price Im six foot one
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| Dark skinned stocky build with a big gun
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| Sick sons are the ones with the lump sums
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| Stick guns get funds make your chick come
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| My chick done said she like the way I toke blunts
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| Drink liquor write scriptures and my gold fronts
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| Plus the way my pants hang make her wonder how
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| My baggy jeans stay up baby Im well endowed
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| See its ill I know you wasn’t expectin that
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| Or figure Ruck messin with chicks make an executive trap
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| They get better than that she don’t care who I bone
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| Long as I treat her right and bring my black ass home
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| Hey the name is Alban baby but call me what you wanna
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| Nowhere near ugly but some call me Rockness Monstah
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| Im the heathen you was warned about by your momma
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| Thatll never love you as much as I love my marijuana
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| Hang out from sundown to sun up startin a ton of drama
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| With thugs snake me one time they will harm ya Still you goodie goodie chicks be all attracted to my karma
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| Lets be friends some other time right now Im tryin to get behind ya She responded she better stop listenin to momma
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| Love my rugged steez and my whole aura was the bomber
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| Asked to see my scar and taxed it Felt my six pack then asked
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| If she could drink it through my straw before I hit that
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| I know I got a good woman on my team
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| I used to have five chickens and I tricked mad cream
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| But the first one I met yo she was actin wack
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| And the second one got dissed cause she was smokin smack
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| But the third was a herb you could tell that shes
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| On some bull cause she flipped when she smelled my weed
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| But the fourth one heard the PJs looked mean
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| Got with the fifth chick because she cooked and cleaned
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| My question is why do nice chicks love rugged dudes
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| The whole thought puzzles me Im just glad they do They got they own loot unlike these upside down 3 or 4s
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| Silly rabbit tricks give up all they dough
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| Not I hell nah yo check my track record bravo
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| Dont eat coochie shorty understand Im too macho
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| Daytime act like saints but they cant fool me G the freak come out of them at night like we Whodini
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| The Freaks Come Out at Night |