[Verse 1]
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Sittin' at the stop light lookin at hoes
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Peeping out this bitch in her black Girsauds
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Windows rolled up tight, top was closed
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Blowin swisher sweet smoke out my nose
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Open up the door and asked the bitch what's up
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Lookin' at me crazy, I'm like bitch what's up
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She asked about my woman, I said my woman at home
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I asked about her nigga, she said her nigga was gone
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I got my pencil and got her digits and things
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And after three or four days I gave that bitch a ring
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We started talkin and I dropped some shit
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Gave her some game and now I got that bitch
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Now she wants to give your homie some ass
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But there's just one question I got to ask
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[Verse 2]
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I called my homie, told my homie it's on
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Gotta few hoes that wanna moan and groan
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They on they way I just hung up the phone
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And we gone be like Marvin Gaye, nigga, gettin' it on
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But you gots to keep your head right
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And make these bitches feel at home
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Cause these Bitches got they head tight
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And furthermore, they bringin' weed
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Just kick back nigga follow my lead
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[Verse 3]
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Hung up the horn and the hoes arrived
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Three tight young tenders, them hoes was live
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Rolled herself a wooler, told her fade me true
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Cock bustin at the seams of her Daisy Dukes
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Ass fatter than a motherfuckin quota hoe
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Ready to take one of these bitches to the slaughterhouse
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Got my shirt over my dick cuz it's hardened to fuck
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Cuz I get real daddy wantin to fuck
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It's about time to put the game in attack
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Tapped and told her what's her name in the back
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Got em in my room about to hop in the tub
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My homie walked in, "shit, brad, what's up?"
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TOld my homie put it down we spend to act a fool
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The hoe said "cool, hop yo ass in the pool
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I wanna polish up your tool."
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But it's just one thing before you do
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Scarface |