| Stab through the neighborhood, these spinnin'
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| We’s winnin', scrap with the John Lennon
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| Headrests, TV’s in 'em
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| Best in the nation, on this Playstation
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| The Don Dada, gotta get you hotter
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| Been a buck naked nigga smokin' water
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| On a Friday, the get high day
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| Blowin' at a hot date, findin' Shade
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| Black and bicantay, with ass everwhere, how you do that there?
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| A sight to behold, break the mold
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| Just tryin' to get some before the world explode
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| I see you tryin' to get caught
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| Well shake what your mama gave ya, plus what you bought
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| We fuck and we fought, we laugh and we cry
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| Told the truth and we lie
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| You be good to me, I’ll be good to you
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| Anything you want, anything you do
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| I got my eyes on you, and I’m into you
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| Give it all I got, and to keep it hot
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| Now what a freak like you, doin' with a fool like me?
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| Explain it to your family
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| It’s got to be insanity (because I like what you’re doing to me)
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| You know you ain’t right standin' at the light
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| Think it’s chocolate with that shit too tight
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| And if I fuck around and get you in the car with me
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| Motherfuckers would think I had a star with me
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| Now see the haterism increase
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| They hate when you got a dime piece
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| And I got one shotgun, and I might catch a hot one
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| When I’m lookin' for love and niggas got none, uhh
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| If you let me handcuff your wrist
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| Bonnie and Clyde ain’t got shit on this
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| Cuz Bonnie and Clyde had to take a risk
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| But most of my money see it’s all legit (baby)
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| It’s all about your state of mind
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| Now what would you do if I handed you a TEC-9?
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| Are you feelin' me?
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| Would you stay down like Hillary?
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| Even if you thought about killin' me?
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| You be good to me, I’ll be good to you
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| Anything you want, anything you do
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| I got my eyes on you, and I’m into you
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| Give it all I got, and to keep it hot
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| Now what a freak like you, doin' with a fool like me?
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| Explain it to your family
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| It’s got to be insanity (because I like what you’re doing to me)
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| Are you the type of girl that would call them folks
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| Have your man leave the house in chains and ropes
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| Don’t need the kind of girl that’ll have me in court
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| On lawsuits lyin' about domestic abuse
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| Have a bitch like Judge Judy cussin' me out
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| Garnish my checks, repossess my Lex
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| Cuz I come from a place in southern Californi'
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| Where hoes rake niggas for tons of alimony
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| But fuck the world don’t aks me for shit
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| Unless you my boo, and I’m fuckin' you
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| The rest of these broads ain’t knowin'
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| That I’ma have you bumpin' Lauryn, in somethin' foreign
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| Come through blow the horn
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| Stick your wrists out the window
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| And wave to your kinfolks
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| Let 'em know who you with
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| And to your crazy-ass daddy, let him know who to get
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| You be good to me, I’ll be good to you
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| Anything you want, anything you do
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| I got my eyes on you, and I’m into you
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| Give it all I got, and to keep it hot
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| Now what a freak like you, doin' with a fool like me?
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| Explain it to your family
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| It’s got to be insanity (because I like what you’re doing to me) |