| What’s up, what’s up, let’s ride
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| Jump in the passenger side on the 4th of July
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| Hella saucy and fly, didn’t grind that day
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| I just wanted to play
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| And smoke with the bitches
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| Throw phrases at bitches
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| Get play from the bitches
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| Man, it was major bitches
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| At the Pleasanton fair
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| Ass was over here, over there
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| I had to stop and stare
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| Take a joint from my ear
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| Tell this bitch to come here
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| Let’s breathe
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| And we even tricked the cops, though the smell of the weed
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| That’s when they grabbed my sleeve
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| Told me it’s time to leave
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| But what’s next, «You're under arrest»
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| So I grabbed the fuckin' cop and slapped him on his fuckin' bulletproof vest
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| In the process lost a shoe, ripped a hole in my Guess
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| That’s what the fuck I get for smokin' Mexican stress
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| (B-I-E-I-itch, I will never switch)(Repeat 4X)
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| I’m at the bar doin' big shit, gettin' big lit
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| My niggas, dig this
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| A few cats lookin' like they wanna get with
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| So I give 'em a chance real quick, I’m real swift
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| It’s the Wild Wild West, ask Will Smith who will peel the snitch
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| That howled the name that blew the brain
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| For foul-snitchin the game
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| I know my nigga Dre would do the same
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| So I ain’t trippin' on a motherfuckin' thang
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| Sit back shinin' like a diamond ring
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| Niggas wanna see me hang
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| So I’m upside down, about to clown
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| Real gangsta shit lost and found
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| Kidnapped, blast in the back of the dome
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| Mash in a Brougham
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| Flashin on the phone, yelllin niggas be tellin
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| Flowin' like water from a melon
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| The seeds we spit, the seeds we sellin'
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| From a westbound felon
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| Fuckin' up your party not carin'
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| From a westbound felon
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| Fuckin' up your party not carin'
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| From a westbound felon
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| (B-I-E-I-itch, I will never switch)(Repeat 4X)
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| I’m at a concert high and perked with a bad bitch next to me
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| Blown back off Cognac, that bomb green and ecstacy
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| Bitches is buggin', niggas is muggin'
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| But bitches is lovin 'cause niggas is thuggin'
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| These niggas start nuttin' in the corner by the speaker
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| My beeper’s goin' off like crazy
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| The scene is hazy, no time to be lazy
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| Got to stay on my toes, all of a sudden these hoes
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| Come out of nowhere and grab this nigga
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| They stab this nigga, I’m mad this nigga
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| Didn’t have nothin' in his pockets when I ran through 'em
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| My plans is ruined, what is it I’m doin?
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| Looks on the flo'…no, it’s not
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| Stupid motherfucker done dropped his Rolex watch
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| Put it in my pocket, proceeded to the exit
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| That’s when this bitch I knew from the hood came through in this Lexus
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| I seen these other niggas beatin' down this one fool
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| I said, «Here come the police, y’all better run, fool»
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| Soon as I said that the police drew down on us all
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| Now I’m at the county jail with just one phone call
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| Ain’t that a bitch, weak-ass night
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| All fucked up behind a weak-ass fight
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| (B-I-E-I-itch, I will never switch)(Repeat until the end) |