| I don’t know what I wanna do with you
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| I don’t know what I wanna do without you
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| I don’t know what I’m gonna do about you, you, you, you
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| Let’s go, Starsky and Hutch man
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| Fire and Stick
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| Light ya blunts up, light ya blunts up
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| Yo, yo
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| I’m 'bout to hit the club
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| I don’t know, on which truck I’m drivin tonight
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| It’s like, I don’t know, on which ho I’m fuckin tonight
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| But yo, I don’t know, where should I take her
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| To the edge water cliffs or back to Southside Jamaica
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| Bitches be like, I don’t know, where they get they clothes from
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| Industry like, I don’t know, where they get they flows from
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| Niggas be like, I don’t know, where they get they dough from
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| Posin up in the clubs with guns or wrist frozen
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| I don’t know, nothin when the cops come, I act dumb
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| I don’t know, what weed officer? |
| What gats, huh?
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| I don’t know, shit I told the judge, this is love my nigga, this is negative
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| love
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| Sticky my cous' said
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| I don’t know, how the hell I got home last night
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| I don’t know, how I blew twenty g’s in one night
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| I don’t know, but all I remember’s two hoes from Virginia out cold like December
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| Neighbors be like, I don’t know, how could they afford that crib they in
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| I don’t know, what these boys do for a livin, shoot
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| I don’t know, but it must be drugs cause they have wild parties and they dress
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| like thugs
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| Ask myself but, I don’t know, why I flooded the watch, flooded the chain
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| I don’t know, why I copped the Benz at a hundred and change
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| I don’t know, why I’m stuck in my ways
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| And took back the new Hummer when I seen the new Range
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| They all say
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| Yo, where the money at? |
| I don’t know
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| What? |
| You better tell me where the safe at, I don’t know
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| Don’t say that one more time, I ain’t playin that, I don’t know
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| Ugh, that’s the last straw, cocked back the four, put his brains on the wall
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| I’m in the club and, I don’t know, if these little groupies is givin it up
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| I don’t know, should I try to spit game to her friend or just her?
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| I don’t know, what the hell I told her
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| Though I took her home by the morn', ended up with both of them
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| A’yo it musta been God yo cause, I don’t know
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| How we made it out of them projects
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| I don’t know, should I cop the Benz Coupe or the drop Lex
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| I don’t know, should I do it out of spite, twenty niggas on the bikes, doin
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| Wheelies to the lights
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| Hoes was like, I don’t know, I guess they from New York the way that they talk
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| I don’t know, I guess she from L.A. the way that she walk
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| I don’t know, on where you wanna chill
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| Put your ass on the back and we could slide through the hill
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| Baby it’s real, I don’t know, on what you fools thinkin you musta forgot
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| I don’t know, why your bitches call me fire, cause a nigga hot
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| I don’t know, I gutted to Medina, look butter in the Beema, chicks love me in
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| the fever
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| Kids is like yo |