| I fell in love with a gangsta bitch
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| A chola chick that’ll shank your dick
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| Bitch from the other side of town
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| I live in the Hills, she from South Central
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| And she got a tattoo on her neck
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| Of Lady Guadalupe holdin' her tits
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| I met her up at the Del Taco
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| I said «You hella fine,» she said «You el guapo»
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| She was like «I don’t date crackers or actors»
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| «Matter of fact, I’m a rapper»
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| I thought she’d never get with me
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| But she saw me on Cribs rappin' with Mickey
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| I put the hickey on her titties
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| Now her cousin Smokey wanna kill me
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| At the barbecue I stood out
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| I was the only woodpecker in the motherfucking crowd
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| Cracker ass fantastic, that’s me
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| Cracker ass fantastic Dirt Nasty
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| Cracker ass fantastic, that’s me
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| Cracker ass fantastic word hit the street
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| So I slap boxed her cousin
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| At the Jack in the Box by the Inglewood Forum
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| Straight got my ass beat but I
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| Still hit them ass cheeks, uh
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| She taught me how to load the Glock
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| And she taught me how to fold my socks
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| So I taught her how to hold my cock
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| And I told her «You can quit your job at Ross, baby
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| Cause now you’re with the number one gringo
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| No more Doritos or frozen burritos»
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| Have you ever been to Fred Segal’s?
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| Thirty dollar salad with a bottle of vino
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| You can play with my dick under the table
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| I got the tip covered, thank you
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| Dirt Nasty’s el fuego
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| That means I’m on fire, baby
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| Like Waco
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| I think I hear wedding bells
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| And I don’t give a fuck that her fish taco smells
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| She stole a Chevelle
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| That’s what she told me when she wrote me from jail
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| She Oakland as hell
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| Raider hat to the back, Gold Cazals
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| Centerfold, Lowrider Mag
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| Other crackers jack it to pictures of her ass
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| She thinks I’m an asshole
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| Cause I can’t eat her out without using Tabasco
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| Mommy looked saucy in a poncho
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| When she dumped my ass at the Pomona car show |