| Yo, in the house, Black C, Mr. Cee from RBL Posse
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| In the house with some of that ol' smooth shit
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| You know what I’m sayin'
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| Some shit you can kick back to with your dank sack
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| You know what I’m sayin', get straight too took
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| You know what I’m sayin'
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| So while you sit back gettin' too took
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| Let my boy tape this little story for you
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| Bored as fuck, I just finished grindin'
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| I peeped at my watch, I had to spend time
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| So I told Black Chris let’s jump in the fiver, to find us a bitch
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| But don’t forget, niggas gotta get their gurp on
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| So we rolled to Cashmere to grab a fat sack of indo
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| Then Black Chris said, «Where should we start?»
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| And at the same time, two hoes dipped up in a ‘Lark
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| High-roller freaks, that’s how I called it
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| They was rollin' on gold ones so they had to be ballin'
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| I told Black Chris to stop with the quickness
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| ‘Cause both of them hotties had a case of the thickness (What?)
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| Niggas know what I mean
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| No fat at all, just a hundred percent beef that was lean
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| There was no problem when it came to the choosin'
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| ‘Cause whoever they picked, they sure wasn’t losin'
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| Out, without a doubt
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| ‘Cause Frisco niggas got a lot of clout
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| We jumped out the car, one screamed «RBL»
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| The other looked and said «Ooh, oh yeah»
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| Right then, I knew it would be easy
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| ‘Cause both of them hoes was anxious to start skeezin'
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| Chris asked the freaks where were they from
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| They said Richmond, and they was lookin' for some fun
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| Well, they had a jumpstart on the other hoes
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| ‘Cause they was with two poppin' niggas from the town of Frisco
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| So you know we had to do this shit right
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| Bought an eighth of dank and got ‘em drunk off the ackrite
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| Off to the Freakies, here we go, here we go
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| It’s Frisco’s version of a sex sideshow
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| But the only ride done was on my dick
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| I already got a crew, so I don’t fuck with no cliques
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| In plain words, if you’re lost
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| I don’t do no lickin', ‘cause I’m straight for the toss
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| Pulled out my ding dong, commence to screwin'
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| Since I was younger, she thought I didn’t know what I was doin'
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| But like a vet, I took control
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| Sorta like Joe Montana winning a Super Bowl
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| Like Rice-a-Roni, the San Francisco treat
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| But she didn’t get hooked on no rice, she hooked on this meat
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| Chris got me up about 11 o’clock
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| He said we gotta go to Harbor to sell off our rocks
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| Ain’t got no time to play Captain Save a Hoe
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| Just exchange a few numbers so we can G-O
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| Mr. Cee got the number
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| And my freak said, «Is this real, or are we on the under?
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| Would I ever call, or would I just diss her?»
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| I told her like this, so I could remember
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| Remind me, yeah yeah yeah
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| How lucky I’m fallin', mhm
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| In love with you, darlin'
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| Remind me, yeah yeah yeah
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| How lucky I’m fallin', mhm
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| In love with you, darlin'
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| Yeah, Black Chris, you know what I’m sayin'
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| We had to show them hoes that Frisco niggas ain’t no punks
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| But a lot of people from the Bay Area think niggas from Frisco is straight gay,
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| you know what I’m sayin'
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| So won’t you tell these punk ass niggas what you did with that other freak
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| Man, I got with that bitch
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| That bitch was tryna trip, man, didn’t wanna give up the boots
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| So I had to straight run my nip on that ho
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| I came at that ho with of them little gangsta leans like this
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| (*scratch* Oh, sweet thing
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| Don’t you know you’re my everything)
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| I just met the bitch to had to run my nip
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| To get a chance, to slap her with the diznick
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| Yeah, that’s right, let the lie be the reason
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| I was gurpin' like fuck and for that ass I was fiendin'
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| Like a dope fiend junkie
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| On dank, can’t think, but she’s giving up the monkey
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| And that pussy was hittin'
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| Especially when we jumped to the doggystyle position
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| I jacked that ass like a criminal
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| I dicked her down, but you don’t really hear me though
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| So let’s jump to the next situation
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| Hittin' her from the side, lettin' out my frustration
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| Sweatin' all through the night
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| I was fuckin' ‘til morning so I worked up an appetite
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| Plus, it was time to go
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| So I called Mr. Cee in the room next door
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| Ayy, Mr. Cee, man, let’s be up, man
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| Fuck that shit, I’m ready to be burner five thousand
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| Alright…
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| Then we said «bye» and we were on our way |
| Hungry as fuck, punchin' straight to B&J's
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| And that’s how the day ended
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| I called the freak once, but she didn’t get offended
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| She said I understand where you’re comin' from
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| You’re a star now, and only little time to have fun
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| But I’ll be faithful and patient
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| ‘Cause when I see you, it’s gonna be a special occasion
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| We saw each other off and on
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| Then summer passed and she went back home
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| Home, to New York City
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| But then I met her auntie, and they lookeded like twins, G
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| Her aunt was twenty years old
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| But let’s face it, her auntie really had it goin' on
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| Ain’t no mission to what I was doin'
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| Until this day, that bitch and me is still screwin'
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| You might say Mr. Cee is scandalous
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| But she gave up the action, so I took advantage
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| ‘Cause I’m not going to New York City
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| So don’t blame me for making her aunt…
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| Remind me, yeah yeah yeah
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| How lucky I’m fallin', mhm
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| In love with you, darlin'
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| Remind me, yeah yeah yeah
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| How lucky I’m fallin', mhm
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| In love with you, darlin'
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| Remind me, yeah yeah yeah
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| How lucky I’m fallin', mhm
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| In love with you, darlin'
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| Remind me, yeah yeah yeah
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| How lucky I’m fallin', mhm
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| In love with you, darlin' |