| I’m outta this world, notcha run o tha mill n'
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| My name is furl I’m the owner of buildin,
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| I', m a stoner and I’m chillin wit 2 bitches like jack
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| I pimps and I mack drive a benz or a 'lac
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| Man I been in the back with the groupies and tha stars
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| I been out front with the thugs in the cars,
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| I been on the yard with the mexican mafia
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| And I only run with niggas that’ll kill and die for ya.
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| I’m popular, I’m a rap star but I live like a rock star
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| Runnin from the cop car
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| I drop bars on slaps that knock hard
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| And I charge for this dick extra large
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| I’m sicker than SARS higher than mars
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| And I treat my bitch like an ATM card
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| I’m in tha buildin and I’m feelin myself
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| Man, I’m in tha buildin and I’m feelin myself
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| Man, I’m in tha buildin and I’m feelin myself
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| Man, I’m in tha buildin and I’m feelin myself
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| She’s in the buildin and she’s feeling herself,
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| She’s looking bad but I’m willing to help.
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| Stop it baby your killing yourself, C’mon baby,
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| I gotcha back we can chill in my delt.
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| I’m feelin myself too, man just imagine some of the things we could do.
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| You under me, Me under you then we can catch the liquor store before 2.
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| We can hit my nigga go get some shrooms
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| And if u still wanna kick it we can go getta room.
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| It won’t cost you much I’m a good buy,
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| Dick on discount, Bitch Good bye.
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| Who do I look like Mr. Frank-Fuck-For-Free?
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| Ya no dough ho, you can’t fuck wit me.
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| Get the fuck out bitch, you still in my delt? |
| (Delta 88)
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| You full of shit and I’m feelin myself
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| I’m in tha buildin and I’m feelin myself
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| Man, I’m in tha buildin and I’m feelin myself
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| Man, I’m in tha buildin and I’m feelin myself
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| Man, I’m in tha buildin and I’m feelin myself
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| I’m a west coast bad boy, I represent it
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| (Dre that’s a bad toy, is it rented?)
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| Hardy-har-har, very funny
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| You don’t hear my tummy, I gets my money
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| My stomach ain’t growlin, I’m stylin and wildin
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| Drinkin vodka straight, fuck a long island
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| I want my own island, I want my own island
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| And bet ya I’ma get it
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| I switch hit and play with both mitts
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| Pack the 4−5th, I’m after your bitch
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| He ain’t doin' it right, she’s after your scritch
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| And I’m after hers, with these macking words, nerd
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| I thought squares stayed sharp
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| Your nuthin but a mark in a bucket skylark
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| I’m playing my part, I’m Mr. Furly…
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| Quit interuptin, I’m talkin to your girly |