| You wanna know why I never went to recess at school everyday?
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| I was too busy filing my nails and telling my teachers I didn’t play
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| I wanted to shake em up and wake em up sipping out of a paper cup
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| Bucking em bucking em breaking up
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| The West the Coast who hating on us?
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| I’m shaking my dice my dice is hot
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| My hustling don’t quit
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| Kiss the ivory for me baby
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| Now blow on them, make a wish
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| What they hitting for?
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| Shake shake em shake em
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| Eleven
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| I’m to sexy for this tray four six five in the club
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| In the hood at the park
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| Out of time, single parent keeping her hustle up
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| No you can’t be mad at that
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| She in the club she got a job
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| She want a meal but you a snack
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| She in her favorite club in hollywood she puts it in the air!
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| Oh Happy Pimpin!
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| Suga Free the gangster mac, the happy player
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| The hot dice clicka clacka, West Coast mac attacker, super soaker packa packa
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| shake a pocket patter
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| Able to talk the peeling off of a lemon
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| Or the string out of her ass
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| And got more crack than a plumber
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| And don’t nobody want none, cuz one day she threw it into the sky and the
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| season turned to summer
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| Shake that ass
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| Shake that ass
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| Shake
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| Shake them dice
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| Shake them dice
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| Shake
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| Shake them haters
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| Shake them haters
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| Shake
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| Now I, asked them what they hitting for
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| Now I, I ain’t into playing poker, nah
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| But I’ll shoot the shit up out of some dice
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| Why U Bullshittin'?
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| These ain’t no skittles or no polla seeds I bet I hit
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| My baby need some brand new shoes, you know how ballers get
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| City of Angels Los Angeles we puff puff the best
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| And I’ve been with her a year today
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| And I still ain’t gave her no sex
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| Keep her attention like the southern california burning weather
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| In pocket and so obedient like a loyal German Shepherd
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| She don’t want nobody too nice
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| Just grab her like them two dice
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| And shake her up and throw her to her trick
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| What’s wrong with you Dice?
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| I put the «I"in pimp you gon respect the tireless P spit
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| A bossy flossy undeniable clacka clacka body snatcher
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| Suga Free let me be the brightest lightbulb in your chandelier
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| Cuz these idiots couldn’t send a bitch just to a liquor store to buy my beer
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| She rolling her eyes cussing him out like he a punk when he a man
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| Who’s the trick? |
| and she know it, who’s the suga free fan?
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| Whos your friend with the thick hair?
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| Cuz she’s so fat wherever she going it takes her two trips to get there
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| Shake that ass
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| Shake that ass
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| Shake them
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| Shake them dice
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| Shake them dice
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| Shake them
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| Shake them haters
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| Shake them haters
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| Shake them
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| Shake that ass
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| Shake that ass
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| Shake them
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| Shake them dice
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| Shake them dice
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| Shake them
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| Shake them haters
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| Shake them haters
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| Shake them
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| Now I, asked them what they hitting for
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| I’m about to bust you suckers in your mouth
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| Especially you «pay for sex"cats
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| Now baby break yourself
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| Hurry up so you can go and get that
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| Foggy windows making me sweat
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| I’m cracking them cuz I want to make a bet
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| Clocka clocka
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| Pay that playa, they ain’t done them yet
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| I gamble but not like you do
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| You wouldn’t sell your body boo
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| Your Momma didn’t raise you like that
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| I know baby, I’m with you
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| I voted for Obama
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| Lets put him in the White house
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| With Jesse Jackson, Al sharpton
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| And Snoopy thats from my mouth
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| Now what they hitting for?! |