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[Featuring Xzibit]
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[J-Ro]
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I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly
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Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly
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Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door
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I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four
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Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?
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The whole club was filled with the indo smoke
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E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin
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I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin
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So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin
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Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in
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Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep
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Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep
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[E-Swift]
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Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall
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Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol
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Starin at your chest, and I can only guess
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Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress
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Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice
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Stick around and watch us rock the mic device
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She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled
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I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble
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It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at
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She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back
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No sweat, I'll go out and get em
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Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em
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Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin
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Got the three hoes in the front row chillin
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That's how it be when you play high post
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Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost
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[Xzibit]
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This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week
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It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back
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Coolin at the crib one day
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I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour
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I finally ask her can a nigga come through
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She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said "Cool, I'm still comin over"
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I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe
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Ice cold, forty down in the freezer
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And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her
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How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer
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An hour later I was breakin her off
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in each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in
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I got up and then I washed my shit
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Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split
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Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect
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Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check
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Chorus: Repeat 2X
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All I really wanna do
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Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through
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All I really wanna do
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Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash
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[J-Ro]
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I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray
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the club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day
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That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner
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Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina
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Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass
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I said my name is big game all in her face
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I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth
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Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth
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I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it
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Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet
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She said, "Mmm, J-Ro yeah!
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Just let me know the time and I'll be there"
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I said, "I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake
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Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake"
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We got to the place I started stuffin my face
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Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste
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I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, "What the heck
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I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check"
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And the next move, you might think it's tasteless
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But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress
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[Xzibit]
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We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny
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The shit bitches do for money
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Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights
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I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight
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Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker
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Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her
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I said, "Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties
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A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me
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You're trippin." Dip into the streets to chill
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Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways
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It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink
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of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer
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Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches
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Thinkin they |