(Devin) Walk up in da session wit my dick in my hand
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Fat sweet in my mouth,a 24 ounce can
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Got no time for all that yesterday, he say, she say
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Pull out da beat tape
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Give it to da DJ
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My eyes are tight and shinin'cuz I'm smokin' some kill
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Don't look at me, go buy some drinks, call up some hoes if you will
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I see it nothin' but a party ya'll, I guess I'm the host
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Ain't nobody got no mo weed, it time to smoke it
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Keep that beat rollin', you see everybodys holdin' their own
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You know I gotta bust atleast two or three before I'm gone
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But there's always one in da crowd, rappin' loud
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I'm in the nigga's mouth after all them bitches and cowards
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With the East coast flow, West coast body language
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Don't know nothin' bout da South and tryin' to find someone to hang wit
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Man when ya finish flowin' or whatever da fuck you doin'
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Holla at me, I'll be in da bathroom boo boo'n
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(Devin) Had to get away, needed some time to chill
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So I bought a 59 and got behind da wheel
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Scooped up a fat sack of kill cuz I'll be drivin' a while
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Takin' two or three pulls every five or six miles
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I can't wait to see my roaddogg, you how we do it
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Just like a case of beer, piece of cock, we run right through it
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And all da bitches know me, I hit quite a few
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They be glad to see me, niggaz don't give'em dick like I do
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I bust bout two, then they tell they friends, and then I'm in
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Wit my French tickler, makin' they pussy lips grin
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But there's always one in da crowd, talkin' loud
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Found out I fucked her cousin, now she runnin' her mouth
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Leavin' notes on my windshield, I'm a bitch, I'm a hoe
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Early in da mornin' bitches knockin' at my mama doe
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Mama please, when you finish whatever that you doin'
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Who ever that is, tell'em I'm in da bathroom boo boo'n
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(Devin) I gotta visit from a old friend, fresh outta county
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He said came up on a lick and he was glad that he foind me
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He had some niggaz wit him, full of drink and lookin' sweaty
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Cockin' gats back talkin' bout "C'mon Dee man you ready?"
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Its a house down da street, about two does down
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They sell weed and they least got two whole pound
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Man all we gots to do is hit this ride, we kool
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Lets fuck his wife and take his weed and bust on that fool
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We can all come up, whatever we get, we split
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Ain't nobody sayin' nothin', ain't nobody seen shit
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So lets pile up five deep in ya lac
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He'll know that it is you Dee and won't think its da jack
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Man you must be smokin' crack, you don't know who dat is
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That nigga work for HBD been sellin' weed round here for years
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So when you finish plottin and schemin' whatever you doin'
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Wait fo' me, I'll be in da bathroom boo boo'n
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Boo Boo'n
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