[Quik] Gotta keep it a secret (woo!)
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[Luda] Ay man let me ask you somethin man
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[Luda] You ever have one of them days where you felt like
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[Luda] you mighta got rid of all the bad seeds in your life?
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[Luda] Y'knahmean like you just got your paycheck
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[Luda] Paid off a car note or somethin
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[Luda] Just jumped out the shower feelin fresh than a muh'fucka
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[Luda] Witcha good shoes on, y'knahmtalkinbout?
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[Quik] You mean like, paid off a Cadillac car note?
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[Luda] Like a Cadillac, like you ready to throw a party
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[Luda] Like call e'rybody you know, don't even plan it, just do it
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[Quik] In Compton we call that spur of the moment
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[Luda] Well let's do it, spur of the moment, whattup?
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[Ludacris]
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Well you can bring the drinks a little mo' my way
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More I say, on another hot sunny Cali-for-nye day
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Just touched down, called up my 8-1-8
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fo' a date with some other bust downs
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And I cruised up the block, car losed up the top
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I take the breeze, quick break the trees
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Feel good as we flippin through the Robb Repo't
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My baby momma ain't trippin on child suppo't
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[DJ Quik]
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Well my baby momma is, because she see havin kids
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as a tool for gettin chips, that's with or without the dip
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She told my lawyer she's a nurse but she can't spell school
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Quite frankly she's a motherfuckin fool, idiot
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Welcome to the city where you might see thangs
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Like real threats, fake breasts, negativity hangs
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over the city like a puppet string, pullin you up
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You think they love you 'til the director yells cut
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Now they packin you with ice and zippin you up
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[Chorus]
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It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight
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[KJ] And for once, in my life, everything's gonna be, alright
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G'd up, my mind is freed up
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[KJ] From the day, through the night, everything's gonna be, alright
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[DJ Quik]
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Now on Arabian Spruce, Seagram's bumpy and juice
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We used to bag and then truce, we used to sag and get loose
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Not the kind of cats that's out to steal your bag and your jewels
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But we check your medication just to see if you cool
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You can't be dyin on us, after you live off of hemp
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We party hard, like Ludacris Kim and Shock and them
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We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hen be
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And hemp be the beats we flip thee and we pimps thee simply
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[Ludacris]
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So stay with me, and let's get tipsy
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Rememberin the days on the block sippin whiskey
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Runnin 'round grinnin, runnin 'round sinnin
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Gettin lit, then I wonder why my head kept spinnin
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But I'm all grown up now, less throwin up now
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Record blowed up, so my hood throwed up
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Now let's break loose cause your boy's around
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And tonight we gon' celebrate bein alive, riiiiight
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[Chorus]
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[Ludacris]
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It's just one of those days, without a care in the world
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You ain't gotta look mean, I know you care for your girl
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But she's lookin this way and I'm gonna come get her
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Fresh haircut, so I'm feelin quite kipper
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Can't nothin go wrong cause my strap's on my back
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And if fools wanna scrap then my tool will attack
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But forget the click-clack, ain't no need for the steel
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Just a straight house party and some meat on the grill
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[DJ Quik]
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Now if it's Los Angeles, watch a boss handle biz
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I'ma put this on my kids, stupid it's an outfit
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If you ain't been around the world keep yo' mouth zipped
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Or you'll be wonderin where yo' house went
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You see I'm not normal and I'm not a homo
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I'm mo' apt to shoot a porno with you in cornrows
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And call it "More Hoes: Volume 5, Volume 6"
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And show 'em in the back of my truck, at the FreakNic
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Trick, what'chu workin with?
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[Chorus x2]
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Pacific Coast (Remix)
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