| Get up in it
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| Start her up
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| Get her washed dog, prime her armor up!
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| Big wheels, Cadillac grilled up
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| Keep your Esc cause daddys' got the Dilla
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| Custom, plus them
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| 22's but you say what’s them?
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| 3rd row, square 10's
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| I let the bass hit so they wear in
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| So loud, (What!) roll out (What!)
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| Tint the windows with the hydro cloud
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| Big trucks, best when it’s cold out
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| Hear me pulling up in front of yo' house
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| When I hops in, it gets to choppin'
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| All Jeep niggas keep it knockin'
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| Yeah, for my live niggas, ugh
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| Here we go, another chapter
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| I ain’t lickin' no, neck no back
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| Better get my nuts, my sac
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| Whether in my truck, my pad
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| My live thug niggas know what I mean
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| A live bitch thats what I need
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| And I ain’t about to spend no money on her
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| Nothing more than a hundred on her
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| To the stripper and runnin' on her
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| In a minute I’ll be cummin' on her
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| That’s it, like that quick
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| Dilla Dawg, Madlib that shit! |