| Cardo got wings
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| So, you know
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| I hit the strip club with my brother Jay Worthy
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| Something slight, seeking inspiration
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| You know what I’m sayin', if I crack somethin' I crack somethin'
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| If I don’t, I don’t
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| Two mojitos, please
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| Numbers
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| Lately, baby, I been on some other shit (Other shit)
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| Gotta make it happen on some thuggish shit (Thuggish shit)
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| Nights on the road with my son and shit (Son and shit)
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| I’m barely even sleepin', shit
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| I been outta the game, I been boardin' these planes
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| Dealin' with a lot of shit but I don’t never complain
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| I know she lookin' down on me, I know she got my back
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| And I’d trade anything to have them old days back
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| Took that fear out my heart and I went harder
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| Had to move smarter, get my life in order
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| You gotta keep goin' no matter what
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| Shit, you can’t step it up 'til you step it up
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| Fuck it, let’s hit the strip club
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| Baby, keep goin', bend that over, run it back
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| Make it clap, uh-huh, like that
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| I’m back at it, goin' hard, never switch
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| And got no love for a punk rock bitch
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| Baby, keep goin', bend that over, run it back
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| Make it clap, uh-huh, like that
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| I’m back at it, goin' hard, never switch
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| And got no love for a punk rock bitch
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| Baby, keep hoin', I ain’t tell you to come in off the blade
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| I need it all, whole thousand, so, baby, keep goin'
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| Still snowin', I ain’t never had no other than that
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| Look like a blizzard but it summertime in Oakland
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| Ain’t you three worthy? |
| Sprite dirty, that’s early
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| Dancin' on the pole, that bitch was slappin' G-Worthy
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| Know the streets heard me, I’m that nigga from the two L
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| Brown chocolate mink lookin' smoother than Nutell'
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| Remember postin' all them ads just in hopes that she would do well?
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| Had to prep her right because you know these bitches do tell
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| Pull up in that Lex, bubble-eye, new car smell
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| Terrell Owens, baby, keep goin'
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| Baby, keep goin', bend that over, run it back
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| Make it clap, uh-huh, like that
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| I’m back at it, goin' hard, never switch
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| And got no love for a punk rock bitch
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| Baby, keep goin', bend that over, run it back
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| Make it clap, uh-huh, like that
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| I’m back at it, goin' hard, never switch
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| And got no love for a punk rock bitch |