| Yeah… boy, that’s some old mob shit right there, boy
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| Yeah, it is, though
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| You know it’s a drought on that mob shit, boy
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| Yeah, but we comin' through though
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| Ay Legit, nigga, this your tape, fool
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| What’s up, pimp sav?
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| I want you to let loose on they asshole
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| Let muthafuckas know what’s going down, yeah…
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| They say it’s last call for the liquor
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| So let me get a Tanqueray and lime, please
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| And don’t forget the lemon squeeze (the lemon squeeze)
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| I gotta warm up the deuce, let loose in the lot
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| There’s a fool tryna mob his old school
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| He’s unaware, though, I got the 454
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| And the flow that’ll get in his asshole
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| So I step to my drop-top
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| I gotta write my name on top of the blacktop (the blacktop)
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| And I’m the cleanest thing I’ve seen on Zeens and the Daytons
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| And watch me get it sideways (sideways)
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| And smash to the right ‘til it’s cloudy
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| I turn a few tight ones then I’m Audi
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| Think I better bounce to the station
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| I fill my tank and then I bank to Nation’s (to Nation’s)
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| ‘Cause after he club ends, the bitches be lovin'
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| To meet my type (What are we supposed to call you?)
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| The later nighter
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| (The late nighter) The late nighter
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| (The late nighter) The late nighter
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| (The late nighter) The muthafuckin' late nighter
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| (The muthafuckin' late nighter)
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| Yeah, boy (Ay, tell me something though, boy)
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| What’s that? |
| (What happens after that, though?)
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| Oh, after that? |
| (Yeah)
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| Check it out, it goes like this…
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| We get to the spot and then we backs in (backs in)
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| You see the muthafuckin' deuce be attractin' (be attractin')
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| Bitches be jockin' and niggas that jack
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| That’s why I never leave home without the strap
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| (Gotta keep a strap)
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| I’m bumpin' cool ass E, he’s going «Federal»
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| I got the 15's slammin' something terrible
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| And right about now I see so many bodies
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| You would think I was giving me a block party (a block party)
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| Some look good, and some look stank
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| And me and my sahobs was dankin' and drankin'
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| Thinking of a master plan
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| How me and my potna E-Deuce could get these hoes juiced (juiced)
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| I hoppred in the load, I start spinnin' the Vogues
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| And E told ‘em to follow the O
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| We made a left and then a right’a
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| (Ay, where y’all finna serve ‘em at, though?)
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| The overnighter, with the late nighter
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| (The late nighter) The late nighter
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| (The late nighter) The late nighter
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| (The late nighter) The late nighter
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| The muthafuckin' late nighter
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| (The muthafuckin' late nighter)
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| Yeah, boy, they say it ain’t nothin' but legs open after 2, though
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| (Ay, boy, you know what? You’ve been a cockhound for years and years though
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| Ay, tell me some more, though)
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| Now me and my potna is some damn fools
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| Doing this shit like the old school (like the old school)
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| One big room, and two young freaks
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| And ain’t wasting no time to get in the sheets (yeah)
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| I got undressed, and started the contest
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| I wanna see who could cum the best (yeah)
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| And man, you shoulda seen her, ‘cause baby was a screamer
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| Riding the dick like the shit was a Beamer
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| She musta hit Broadway and got in a wreck
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| ‘Cause her head went back and damn near broke her neck
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| I said, «Check, you like black ones?» |
| (test, test)
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| She said, «Yeah, ‘cause they make me bust fat ones» (bust fat ones)
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| Legit was a boss, I knew I had her tossed
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| So I’ma try to get her for a new Marcross
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| And when she wakes, I just might’a (might'a)
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| Leave her a number (What's your name?)
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| From the late nighter
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| (The late nighter) The late nighter
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| (The late nighter) The late nighter
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| (The late nighter) The late nighter
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| The muthafuckin' late nighter
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| (The muthafuckin' late nighter)
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| Yeah, boy, tearing shit up, boy, for the 9-deuce
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| (For the 9-deuce, though, on they ass)
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| Legitimate B and 40 Water, mayne
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| (‘93 on that asshole, too, though)
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| Yeah (Yeah)
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| I wonder if they feel us, though
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| (They don’t feel us, though, boy
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| Ay, check it out, we in this muthafucka pervin' like a muthafucka, boy)
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| And that’s real, boy
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| (It's real, boy; it’s real; it’s real, boy; it’s real)
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| It’s real, boy; |
| it’s real
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| (Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh)
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| Ay, we in this muthafucka, man
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| (Uh-huh) Yeah… comin' through for the ‘92
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| '93, '94…'95, '96, uh, '97, '98, uh, yeah…
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| The year 2000, boy… |