| It’s 6 AM and I’m drinkin’a brew,
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| 6:45 still thinkin’of you
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| Thinkin who, wanna give they love to you
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| Better than the only black kid in the 'bu?
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| I ain’t from the hood but my rap is good
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| Knocked three times on the cadillac wood
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| Kid got luck like a rabbits foot
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| Shit is good yeah shit is good
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| Chillin in the sand with my video cam
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| Swallowed the benzodiazipan
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| Sports illustrated model gettin’tan
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| Said «damn Shwayze you kinda like the man»
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| Yeah I am and I’m big in Japan
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| My pick in my hair and my dick in my hand
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| What would you do with a hundred grand?
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| Shit, id buy a fresh ass benz
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| When she walked in that club that night,
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| She had a look in her eye like a flashlight
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| She said baby I’m a be alright
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| And the DJ put on our favorite song
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| And we danced beneath the lights
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| Left the club when it’s light outside,
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| She sing along to my songs in the ride
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| «It's alright we can call it a night»,
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| I said politely eventhough it didn’t sound right,
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| She said «yeah right»
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| I said «damn straight»
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| I know a place where we can get down babe,
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| I got a blanky,
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| I’ll lay it on the sand sand
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| I went deep like the God damn Grand Can,
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| Grand slam, bacon and the ham,
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| She was a fan that turned to a friend,
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| But now I think I love her since I took her to bed
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| She shook up my head,
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| Took all my time,
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| Spent all my money on diamonds and wine,
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| What would you do with a hundred grand?
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| Shit I’d spend it all on a girl man,
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| What would you do with a hundred grand?
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| Shit I’d buy a fresh ass benz
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| When she walked in that club that night,
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| She had a look in her eye like a flashlight
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| She said baby I’m a be alright
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| And the DJ put on our favorite song
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| And we danced beneath the lights
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| When she walked in the club that night,
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| She had a look in her eye like a flashlight
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| She said baby I’m a be alright
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| And the DJ put on our favorite song
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| And we danced beneath the lights
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| You got a light? |
| Boy I got a spliff
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| Gotta split got a life to live
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| I gotta get gotta write some shit
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| On the tip of my tongue just like a kiss
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| I might miss but I might just hit
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| And if I do I’m a be hella rich
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| And I’ll get a way finer bitch
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| So you better be nice sweet lips
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| And I might just buy you a benz
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| When she walked in thst club that night,
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| She had a look in her eye like a flashlight
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| She said baby I’m a be alright
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| And the DJ put on our favorite song
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| And we danced beneath the lights
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| When she walked in the club that night,
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| She had a look in her eye like a flashlight
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| She said baby I’m a be alright
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| And the DJ put on our favorite song
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| And we danced beneath the lights
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| When she walked in the club that night,
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| She had a look in her eye like a flashlight
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| She said baby I’m a be alright
|
| And the DJ put on our favorite song
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| And we danced beneath the lights
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| When she walked in the club that night,
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| She had a look in her eye like a flashlight
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| She said baby I’m a be alright
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| And the DJ put on our favorite song
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| And we danced beneath the lights |