| New booty
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| You gon' be somebody’s sweet cherry pie down there
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| You better come up here
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| Shit, I ain’t nobody Hostess Twinkie, homie
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| You will when they pull a finger out ya ass
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| Huh?
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| The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him
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| The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him
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| He came in hard, but a little fruity
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| Walked off soft, you’s a new booty
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| Walked off soft, he’s a new booty
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| When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty
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| You better have some guards, you a new booty
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| Pull your pants up, young loc, 'cause you some new booty
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| I done seen niggas hit the yard, gangbang rookie
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| When he came home, he was soft as a cookie
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| It’s rules to this shit, it’s in the gangbang booklet
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| From Long Beach to Brooklyn, you better have a look in
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| Nigga, be careful of what you do and what you say
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| And make sure your niggas is A-OK
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| A1 from day one, I don’t have to wonder
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| You see, I came up in the hood so the hood’ll never take me under
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| The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him
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| The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him
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| He came in hard but a little fruity
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| Walked off soft, you’s a new booty
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| Walked off soft, he’s a new booty
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| When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty
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| You better have some guards, you a new booty
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| Pull your pants up, young loc, 'cause you some new booty
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| Notice how everything on the streets ain’t in here
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| Yeah, homie, he in here (Yeah cuz, he in here)
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| Back against the wall on a call, tryna get home
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| Loved by a few, so everybody on your dizzown
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| You can’t trust him, him, her, or him either
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| Better learn the law, my nigga, if you ain’t legal
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| You see, I don’t have to wonder
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| You see, I came up in the hood so the hood’ll never take me under
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| The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him
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| The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him
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| He came in hard but a little fruity
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| Walked off soft, you’s a new booty
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| Walked off soft, he’s a new booty
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| When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty
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| You better have some guards, you a new booty
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| Pull your pants up, young loc, 'cause you some new booty
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| Stack your plate, rack the gate, eyes up behind the wall
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| Pay attention, stay attentive, man, you better watch your dawgs
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| 'Cause they’ll be the last ones to bail you out
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| But they’ll be the first ones to sell you out
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| Nowhere to turn, so you better have a lookout
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| Barbecue picnic, chicken, nigga, you the cookout
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| But me, I don’t have to wonder
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| You see, I came up in the hood so the hood’ll never take me under
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| The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him
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| The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him
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| He came in hard but a little fruity
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| Walked off soft, you’s a new booty
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| Walked off soft, he’s a new booty
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| When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty
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| You better have some guards, you a new booty
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| Pull your pants up, young loc, 'cause you some new booty
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| Oh
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| What the homies gon' say now?
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| I’m somebody’s bitch |