Me and you, babygirl, is like best friends
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Let me hit you when I get the notion
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On I-55, you and I, let's ride, hittin' on potion
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Some say she's flicky-flicky
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Lemme kiss yo' little 'neeta
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I'm bending through the backs and curves
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Inhale, exhale the herb
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Let me open up your mind to this concept
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Hit this, 'B, and take one step
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If you listen to the words from a wordsmith
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As the herb shift
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To the curb while my 22" spins
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In my baby-blue Benz
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Girls say, "That boy is acting up, but
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that's the way he is."
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You lookin' good when you steppin' out a centerfold
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Tell me - would we, baby? Can I reach a pinnacle?
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But ever since I did a dime in this street game
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They left a motherfucker cold, and you know it
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I'll put you in a beat and I'll blow it
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Keep it real with the bitches and I never sugarcoat it
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You like tight herb and when I pull up to the curb it's like
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When I pull up to the curb it's like
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When I'm laying in the back of my 745
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With my lips on you
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Spittin' good game
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Blowin' smoke through the woodgrain
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Gettin' brain like a hustlah should
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A hustlah would
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Chasin' paper to the [?]
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She said, "I'll run it through my hands and lungs"
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What that do?
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In the middle of your index and thumb
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Baby girl, you just got me sprung
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What that do?
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Oh yes, she's one of the best
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That I've touched in the past tense
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Now I'm hurtin'
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Lurkin', searchin' for the merchants
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Coz I know that baby girl is workin'
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To the end of the roach she's smokin'
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To the hands to the Ziplock's closin'
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It's like Teddy Pendergrass but she wants an autograph
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But the sex is closin'
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Open back up
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Last time
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Coz' a little dark off [?] in my mind
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She's just like one of a kind
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No "C"s, no stayin' behind
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This just like top of the line
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Perfect, wanna drop in her dime
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I'm on a roll again
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I'm 'bout to blow again
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Babygirl, I can't pretend
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Your love got me high - on ten
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We mix like juice n' gin
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Do or Die - we at it again
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Whether you ride in a six or the fin
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Shot out to my niggaz in the pen
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Tatted up with a few dead friends
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Do or Die - we at it again
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Babygirl, I can't pretend
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Your love got me high - on ten
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We mix like juice n' gin
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Do or Die - we at it again
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Higher
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| Do Or Die |
