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[ VERSE 1 ]
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It's Friday night on the streets of L.A.
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I'm goin out, been hangin round the house all day
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So i take me a shower, dress like a big daddy
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Stop at the Arco, put some gas in my caddy
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Armor on my wheels, shine up my daytons
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Check my 12-gauge, I see jackers just waitin
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Got in my car, rolled up the tinted glass
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Looked for my Zapp tape to pop in my dash
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Can't find it, forget it, went under my seat
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Found my old fired tape of the song "Knee Deep"
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So I popped it in, then I pumped it up
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Love hearin funk because disco sucks
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Body got chills when the basses started poundin
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I took off because I'm goin to town, and
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Won't be back till mornin, don't have to go to school
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(Better get ready) I'm finna act a fool
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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Now I'm on the move, got a grand in my pocket
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Reached for my phone, plugged it in the socket
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Heard the dial tone, so I dialed up Aladdin
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He answered the phone and said "What's up?" I said "What's happenin"
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He said, "Where you been? I been tryin to get in touch
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The party's in Watts," I said, "I don't give a fuck"
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"If you wanna go, just wear neutral colors
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If anybody asks you, just tell em you're my brother"
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Stopped at the store to buy me a Cisco
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A 40 ounce and some crackers by Nabisco
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[Amount] and I pulled out a 10
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And said, "Fuck it, Supersacco and gin
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I'm finna act a fool"
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Now I'm drivin down Compton on my way to get Aladdin
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Feelin like a pimp till my tape started draggin
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It's a old tape anyway, it ain't no thing
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Pulled it out and slapped in Dana Dane
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Got to Aladdin's house and I honked my horn
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He said, "When we comin back?" I said, "6 n tha morn"
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So he got in the car, lookin half-dead
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So I gave him my Cisco and took the 40 to the head
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Now I'm feelin tipsy, and I'm headed for Watts
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But wait, what do I see sittin at the bus stop?
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Sexy Susanna, had a butt that kills
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Pretty long hair, but they say it's not real
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Aladdin yelled (these fake or real?) she threw a rock in my glass
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So I got out my car and drop-kicked her ass
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I checked out my window, everything was cool
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She was lucky I was nice and I didn't act a fool
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[ VERSE 4 ]
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We finally arrived at the party, drunk as a jerk
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Got out my car, pressed the kit so the alarm, would chirp
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After that we made our way, I tried not to fall
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Couldn't walk a straight line if they let me crawl
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Got to the door, and what spots my eye?
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My homeboy Mr. Prince, and he's smokin some Thai
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So I stumbled his way and said, "Hey, pass the jay"
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I took a hit for my mouth spray
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This girl asked me to dance, but I told the hoe no
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Cause she was on my tip cause of my big gold rope
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But it seems she got offended - that's splendid
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Before she starts somethin, I just slap her and end it
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Cause I feel like a gangster, and I just don't care
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About a girl with fake drag, fake eyes, fake hair
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Fake clothes, fake nails and all that fake jewelry
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All she wanna do is tell her friends that she screwed me
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I get nutty, act a fool when IIwant to
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Run up when I'm drunk and I just might pump you
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Take your car, your wife, keep talkin, your life
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Beat you down and have you smokin the pipe
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(You know why?) cause I'm cool
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(Well, kill me!
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Shoot me, muthafucka!)
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(I gotcha)
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(Oh goddamn)
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Act a Fool
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King Tee |