[Kurupt]
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Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cock
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My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
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Call my cousin snoop as I swoop in the coupe
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Stop by my homey dru house to puff on the loop
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Seen my little homey style who I ain't seen in a while
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Damn near gone, floating on cloud one-nine
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Liquor sto', so I grab some mixed gin and juice
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Got a quarter pound of bud so I'm fucked up two
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Seven, eight, nine ten eleven twelve
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Bailed back in the crib (for what?) because I'm all-in
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Conversated then I dug the hoe out
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I fixed me some food, then go the hell out
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Two a.m. on the dizot, I pause and I stizop
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I reminisce on that ass that I rizocked
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Now I'm high as a kite
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Yeah, and I'm feeling alright
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Four a.m. as I stoll back to my crib
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To see what's with my woman and my newborn kid
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[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
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We do this everyday about the same time, beyotch!
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[Nate Dogg]
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I was at the park one day, that's when I saw her face
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She looked kind of cavi to me
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But when I take her home, and tap that ass I'm gone
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I'm just a dog don't blame me
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[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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Now do I love them hoes? (hell naw!)
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And why is that? (because you're snoop doggy dogg!)
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(and you never gave a fuck about a bitch;
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Cause to you, bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks)
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Ha hah, dee dee dadi dadi dah
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Listen to the sounds from my nigga doggy dogg
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Sliding through the city in the rag six-fo'
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Hopping like a motherfucker trying to find a hoe
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Hitting all the spots but I'm coming up blank
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I'm headed to the liquor store to get myself some drank
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Parks my ride as I, steps inside, as I
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Puts my nine double-m to my side, as I
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Continue with my mission
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Pussy is my dish and I'm fishing, wishing
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Upon a star, to come up on some ends
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But she caviar, and I let her bet her pussy
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So I can get my pimp on
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Cause my pen gets my pimp on from g to ozone
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[Big Pimpin]
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I have pimped my pen, on cold Michigan nights
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And the bitch didn't freeze up on me, when I wanted her to write it
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I have pimped my pen in the hot California sun
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And the bitch didn't drip, smell, or run
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As she turned the trick pages, from loose leaf to zig-zags
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I have pimped my pen and she is number one in my stable
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For I have yet not got a refill, for her
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I love her that's why she keeps, performing for me
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I have pimped my pen, and she is number one, in my stable
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Pleasure, is the treasure that the girl sells all day
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Pleasure is the reason that she brings daddy his cash
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Dedicated the hoe, dedicate for sure
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Dripping willows on satin pillows
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Love is being checked, from a hoe
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Dead presidents still getting their fuck on
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I'm so happy because ain't nothing like a lollipop
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That gets sucked, all day long
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A tangy, little candy drop
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I love it when she brings me the pay
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Dedicated like everyday, to the sunshine
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Yeah my hoe brings me mine
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For like she says she does
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And I believed her when I accept it
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Yeah I got pimp bones in my body
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And I rock them, like la-di-da-di
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I rock them, mighty hardy, like la-di-da-di
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I got pimp bones in my body
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Big Pimpin'
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Charlie Wilson |