| Wow, I’m in the middle of O.C., keeping it PC
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| But I got an apple with a Diet Peach Snapple, chillin'
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| With the lizards on the feet
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| Listening to the wizard of the beats, Jay Dee, get it right
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| I know you see the diamonds sparkle in the light
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| Because I’m dark they wonder why I shine so bright
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| With the wife so tight
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| Which face you wanna see, girl: the top or the bottom?
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| I’m actually talking about the watch
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| But you could sip this Henny with the rocks on the bottom
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| Yes, I fuck with socks as long as you fuck with cocks
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| Oh shit, duck the cops (err! err!)
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| They can’t believe that a brother this clean living his dream
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| May be a dream it seems
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| A nigga with a clean record and the cleanest jeans?
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| Yes, I got the Beverly Dewitt Yancey, Maureen’s genes
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| Yes, the nigga cool, best for breezies only to tease me
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| Make your fake chains look greasy, go back in the house, uh
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| I got the awesomest swagger, so hearty and sexy
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| Yes, I’m a singer-slash-rapper and does my thing
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| And yes, I swing my bling, it ain’t related to the music
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| And yes, bees, they sting, but I love smelling good
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| Yes I do 'cause that’s what I do
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| I said I love smelling good
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| Yes I do 'cause it’s what I do, baby, yeah
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| I said we love smelling good, that’s how we do
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| Yes, this is me, who you see
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| Do you see me plus two is three, is us
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| Now she see you with me, disgusted she will be
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| And the sunset we will see together, forever
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| Through any types of weather
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| Damn, you fine, girl, I like the way you sport that leather
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| We look like superstars, yes we are
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| We’ve come very far
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| Yes, I had to come back to the rap
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| Back with the flapjack smack talk
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| Run through your city like an Amtrak
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| Y’all still in the amniotic sac, I just turned 21
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| Blackjack, clack clack, get your team smack smacked
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| Pass that blunt to Lady T
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| We get money easy like ABC
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| Like 1, 2, 3, Motown, 313
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| I don’t do yoga but I yell 'go single' with your girlfriend
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| I got the awesomest swagger, so hearty and sexy
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| Yes, I’m a singer-slash-rapper and does my thing
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| And yes, I swing my bling, it ain’t related to the music
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| And yes, bees, they sting, but I love smelling good
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| Yes I do 'cause that’s what I do
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| I said I love smelling good
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| Yes I do 'cause it’s what I do, baby, yeah
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| I said we love smelling good, that’s how we do |