| And we all shine, sit back, crack the wine
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| Hit you at nine, but twelve, it’s show time
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| First three hundred ladies, free, it’s on line
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| Jumped out the car, like the shit was mine
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| Straight to the promoter, cop me plus nine
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| Grab up a shorty that’s in back of the line
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| Get her in free, try to splash first time
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| As I enter, Iced Down Medallion wit the shine
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| Party time, place look pack
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| Straight to the bar, where all my thugs be at
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| Talk to Tommy Hill, while Rudy holdin the gat
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| Drippin some, wit fuckin wit shorty in the back
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| Nigga B.U. |
| is gettin shots of Conayac
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| Cousin Randy is rollin dimes and eight black
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| But Shearson, wig gettin his freak on perhaps
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| Tonight, everything is going real right
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| Shorties walk by, Versace’s real tight
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| Game is real nice, made me by a drink twice
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| Scream Don Lotta got drinks all night
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| Like Redman, nigga tonight’s the night
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| Tonight we gon' get high, right niggas
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| Freak off, sip a little liquor
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| What up, in the club, blowin up figgas
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| Me and my 'Lanz niggas
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| Royal Flush, honey is you wit us
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| It’s gettin late, watch Red, a quarter pass three
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| All bent up, hennecy inside the cup
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| Team was fucked up, Lil Bronx was throwin up
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| He drink too much, the Don P had him stuck
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| Fadone was in the middle, of the floor about to thump
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| Queens Most Wanted hold it down, when it front
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| Flex switch it up and made the whole crowd jump
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| About time we can all go out and have fun
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| Dance around til your legs get numb
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| Superstar status, goin home wit the baddest
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| Wastlanz official, Royal Flush got to have it
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| Straight to coat check, so I can go get my jacket
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| Snatched it, take it the crib so I can tap it
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| Outside, Twinz is in the Lex holdin traffic
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| Jumped in the range, pulled off and started laughin |