| Never has it been so bright
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| Gotta tail bitches, get outta my sight
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| Bitch, you blocking my light
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| I’m in Vegas front seat at the fight
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| I’m a alcoholic so you know I’m getting it right
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| Louis the 13th
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| Hennessy black when I’m thirsty
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| I like my liquor dark milk chocolate Hershey)
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| But first we
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| Gotta bang loose for the niggas that’s been waiting on it
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| Patiently debating, even hating on it, bitch
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| I started this gangsta shit
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| House shoes and the shotgun, check the pinks)
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| The hangover is over, Tila created the lynx
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| (So tell the whole world to suck my dick, real shit
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| The addiction that you can’t deny
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| Twelve steps to recovery, or else you die)
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| Yeah, this is for you and I
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| Fly, pelican, fly
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| Fuck trying to get by
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| Or we can put that bullshit aside and kill 'em
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| L-B Cool S
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| Put a out in Sweden out in
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| So what makes a motherfucker so damn fresh?
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| We on the coast, yeah, you know to the left
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| Louie the 13
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| Back down original, pack-town originiator
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| I’m full of 40's like the g-thang refrigiator
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| Getting paper with my neighbor like that Clippers and the Lakers
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| Drinking Jac' next to Jack, courtside at the Staples
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| Affiliation is vital for survival, we rolling
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| pull it up with a million bucks
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| (And I’m feeling like a million bucks
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| A all-star nigga still in shucks
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| Louis the 13th
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| You can say what you say, just spell right
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| Still got a lot of Louie’s leftover from last night
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| We alcoholic minded, DJ rewind it
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| Bitches in liquor, we only fuck with the finest
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| King-T your higness
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| I’m timeless, y’all niggas is spineless
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| Drinking everything on the wine list
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| So yeah, nigga, come and catch this fade
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| Or break bread and we can all get paid
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| Louis the 13th
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| I got 14 courts, all sorts of imports
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| Premium spirits, mixed with marked lyrics
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| Don’t fuck with Xzibit, I will crush your frame
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| Say my name, I will hunt you down like Saddam Hussein
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| I’m crown royal
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| Coming out the comptown soil
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| Niggas in the kingdom stay loyal
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| It’s the old English, linguist, distinguished genius
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| Always got a cup in my hand
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| Louis the 13th
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| Let’s have a conversation on my present situation
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| I don’t need to be a star, I got my own constellation
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| Professional inebriation, we having a celebration
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| A live nation and heavy rotation
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| Patience
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| Hold more information than a free mason
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| It’s a secret society, never try sobriety
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| SS Bugatti, live with the Illuminati
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| picking up the bodies
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| We crash the party
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| and Harley’s mixed with Bacardi
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| Man, fuck everybody |