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HOOK
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While the self proclaimed players push and shove
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On the dancefloor crowded with the pigeons and scrubs
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You can find Big JUGZ in the back of the club
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Smokin' my bud gettin' shown nothing but love
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I walk past the bodyguards with the herb-in-my-boot
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No batty man bizness-straight like ya perm-at-the-roots
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Got no time for thuggin' out I'm concerned-with-the-loot
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Back when you were learnin'-to-shoot--I was murderin'-groups
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Now 18 year old gulls say "I heard-he-was-cute...
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And nasty as he wanna be...worse-than-Luke"
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...Not a player--I'm the coach signin' short skirt-recruits
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While you in the bathroom tryin' to jerk-loose-some-juice
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I'm over-by-the-bar--smokin'-cigars
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Convincing broads with D-Cups to open-they-bras
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Seein' which one I can get alone-in-the-car
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Retreat around the back--and bone-under-the-stars
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But that's later...right now JUGZ is gettin'-wet
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Sippin' Hennessy X...checkin' the sillouettes
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Of available honeys with the potential for givin'-sex
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Ignorin' niggas-threats--rollin' funny cigarettes
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HOOK
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While ya'll stuck-on-the-line-in-the-front
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I'm in the back twisted--stuffin'-whole-dimes-in-a-blunt
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Stay puffin'-any-kind-that-you-want...politicing
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With them "all about cuttin"-hoes-grindin'-they-rumps
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Tellin' me my rhymes-is-crunk...gassin'-my-head
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They said they like the real cuz talkin' fashion-is-dead
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I'm fixated on they bodies--all that ass-and-them-legs
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Askin'-instead "How can I get ya ass-in-my-bed?"
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Got the ginseng drink for the task-that's-ahead
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If they man talk shit then I'm blastin'-the-lead
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I'm pass-the-edge...already had way-too-much-liquor
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Checkin' out a stallion comin' this way-who-much-thicker
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I yelled through the crowd "Hey hooooo!"-to-fukk-with-her
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She looked at me and said "You way-too-rough-Mister...
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(Who me?) What are you one of those thug-emcees?
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Even so you still the type I뭗 love-to-squeeze!"
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That was my cue--I knew shawt dug-the-steez
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I said "Now look look you bubbly but please don't tug-on-me!
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Here have a drink baby gull...puff-some-trees
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And let me palm the seat of ya dungarees..."
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HOOK
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Dudes be mean-muggin'-me...talking about
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They baby mama is some chick they just seen-huggin'-me
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What I look like? Jack Tripper? This ain't Three's-Company
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I got no time for that--I'd rather burn this green-shrubbery
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They whole team-scrubs-to-me...ridin'-the-pine
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Mad cuz half they broke crew still outside-in-the-line
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And it's been like this since I decided-to-rhyme
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Fortunately Smith&Wesson...provided-the-nine
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....JUGZ keep more-protection-than-Trojenz
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Up in the VIP before-the-section-was-open
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Gettin' in gulls heads like Hannibal-Lector-probin'
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"One Nite Stands, Casual-Sex"-is-the-slogan
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Downing a couple-more-Jack-and-Cokes
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Chicks mad--I'm getting in trouble-for-crackin'-jokes
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See I don't give a damn-when-I'm-twisted
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Cuz whatever I say--I know my man-got-the-biscuit
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HOOK
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Back of the Club
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| Jugga the Bully |
