| Aye aye aye
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| ¿Que paso?
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| Aye, you know, doin' my thing
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| Uno, dos, tres, cuatro…
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| ¿Tu quiero el grande verga from the chocolaté vato?
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| A lot of my partnas, they say I look like Ralo
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| I beat the pussy up, as if I was Héctor Camacho
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| Snatch a bitch cheese from her taco
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| Tell her I’m head honcho. |
| Me need me dinero, pronto
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| On my huevos, she like cilantro
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| She’s kinda weird, so I dropped her ass off on Montrose
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| And there I saw some plump hoes, and I saw some skinny bitches
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| Both sellin' they pussy, I be penny pinchin'
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| Got no time for dick itchin', bitch get in the kitchen
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| And whip somethin' up, but a dick she’d rather suck…
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| For a buck or two, who the fuck are you tellin' her to stop it?
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| I don’t buy cock bitch, you got weed? |
| I’ll cop it
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| Go 'head and twerk it in my bitch
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| Later on I’ll get it wet and sloppy, heh, 'cause I be…
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| I be on some pimp type stuff
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| I’ll say anything to get a bitch to lick my nuts
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| Be on some pimp type stuff
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| And you know me, I got the weed
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| Come on, let’s get high, brah
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| The homie eighty-sixed me sayin' shits and giggles
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| I be sayin' shit to get my bits and kibbles
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| Or Kibbles 'n Bits, nipples and tits
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| Back in the days, yeah my waves had the ripple effect
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| I’ll rip off your neck, if you come fuckin' with me
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| 'cause ya gal lickin' my balls and suckin' my D
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| It’s rough in the streets, so I just leave 'em alone
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| If I do some dirt, it might be in the woods back home
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| Where it’s peaceful at. |
| And the Sweets are fat
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| Back in the black Cadillac, with the beat in the back
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| With a freak rubbin' my sack, just to get my night started
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| Got my pipe hardened, she say she might record it…
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| At the party where we goin' later on
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| She play with my bone to her favorite song
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| She asked if I would try new things
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| Took some Cialis and I gave the bitch some Biotène. |
| Heh
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| I roll cigars like I’m Cuban. |
| Serve you a Rick Rubin
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| Richard on rye, dick sandwich, get to chewin'
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| Dude just wanted some head from the stone-cold freak
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| She said without bread, she don’t want no meat
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| But I can’t give you no bread, not even a end-piece
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| Buyin' pussy kinda trendy, but bitch, it offends me
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| Oh yo, that’s your dame brah? |
| Sure you wanna claim her?
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| Nigga, smell my finger, just got through stirrin' that thang up
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| O.G. |
| rap singer, with the gift o' gab
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| Old school type lyrics, like that shit right there
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| And your bitch might stare, when I walk in the place
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| Imagine me pullin' up, shootin' balls in her face
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| I should call it a day, 'cause I’m old an' I’m tired
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| But long as bitches exist and these hoes on Live
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| I’m a ride, hit 'em with the old musket
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| Get the duck sick, and hopefully get both nuts licked (nuts licked). |
| Ha ha |