| All these freaks around, make a player never wanna leave
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| All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree
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| So break yourself
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| (Break yourself, you gotta break yourself)
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| You better break yourself
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| (You gotta break yourself, you gotta break yourself)
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| Hit the button, press like
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| I just wanna know your type
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| I just wanna know you might
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| I'm just caught up in the life
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| You just caught up in the lights
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| Lights, camera, action
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| I just wanna see your reaction
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| I don't care about your fashion
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| I just want satisfaction
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| This ain't no misdemeanor
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| Move like she cocaina
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| She's a drug dealer's diva
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| Knows too much, I can't leave her
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| So we lay up on beaches
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| Sipping silver tequilas
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| Far away, they can't reach us
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| Cameras can't TMZ us
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| Let's just get high
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| We gon' get by
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| Break yourself
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| Pace yourself
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| We gon' get fly
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| Let's just get high
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| We gon' get by
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| All these freaks around, make a player never wanna leave
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| All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree
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| So break yourself, you better break yourself
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| All these freaks around, make a player never wanna leave
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| All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree
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| So break yourself, you better break yourself
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| What, what, what it do all my macs and hoes
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| Hit the jack and roll, we get it crackin' though, thorough
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| How's the dank? |
| Swear I smoke the finest
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| So tantalizing to my cheeky eyelids
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| That match my right, drop low like the bass
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| Gotta love my view, upskirt, match the face
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| I could kill that coo' two thousand and one ways
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| Give her kush and dick 'til she forgot about Dre
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| So when we gonna fuck? |
| Murder was the case
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| Left you ice creaming on the rug, let me get a taste
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| Young, and we ain't never done, pass it to my homie Nate
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| East Side throw it up, Movement never player hate
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| Chrome wheel stay spinnin', hoe grinnin'
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| I'm winnin', oh, we do it right
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| Tonight I'm sinnin', no trippin'
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| Just dippin', oh, what a life
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| Where the bricks at? |
| At the motel
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| Where the G's hit you up like a jail cell
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| Put your hands up, to the top shelf
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| All my bitches better break yourself
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| Better break yourself
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| All these freaks around, make a player never wanna leave
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| All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree
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| So break yourself, you better break yourself
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| All these freaks around, make a player never wanna leave
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| All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree
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| So break yourself, you better break yourself |