[DJ Quik]
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Huh, now don't come to my party if you don't wanna get drunk
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It's me and my niggas and we puffin on a skunk
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Cus it's true when I'm bent and I'm fuckin I can last long
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With some Gin and a grin cus my cocks grown
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Now don't trip ho, you like to get bent too
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Hit the thai, run, get ya coochie in bent too
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By a nigga that'll make ya sick
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You know me [scratch] [scratch] [scratch], Yeah
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Now let me tell you about a party that I threw last year
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Niggas kept haulin that party over here
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Too many niggas so I had to get a keg of Budweiser
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But it had me pissin down my leg
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So I bought somethin that'll last longer
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Somethin a little harder somethin a little stronger
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Somethin that'll definitely make your day
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So what you say muthafucka want some Tanqueray?
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Now the niggas up on it went got some orange juice
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Cus they know that Tanqueray'll get them hoes loose
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Fillin up your glass, boy you tryin to trip
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Nigga you can't handle full glass, fool take a sip
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But I'm not stingy so I filled it to the rim
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He went up in my kitchen with a bitch named Kim
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Straight bareback in the pussy he dove
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Huh, bustin nuts all on my stove
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From drinking that..
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[Chorus]
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Tanqueray'll have ya feelin so fine
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Little green bottle got you outta ya mind
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So if you want to get bent in a big-o way
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Come on and drink a little Tanqueray
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[DJ Quik]
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Now the party started jumpin and the music got loud
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A hand full of niggas done turn into a crowd
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Out my control the party started hoppin
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And the more that niggas drunk, the more that started droppin
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Shit, my house got fucked up for certain
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With beer on my carpet, gum on my curtain
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Niggas in my front yard bendin up the fence
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Havin a fuckin great time all at my expense
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But I can't trip because I'm knowin
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Niggas gon' be niggas and that's just the way shit's goin
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But bout damn time I got a visit from the crew
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Playa Hamm and Shabby Bleu
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With some bitches hollin' (Hey, where the party at?)
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I said "The party's in my pants in ya monkey's kind a fat"
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"Naw I'm just bullshittin come on in"
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Now it was two bad bitches, but they had an ugly friend
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Then the ho decided that she wanted to dance
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Spilled Boo Farm, all on my pants
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Plus she was spokin like a fingero ho
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But I didn't say a Goddamn thing cus I didn't know
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Then she and ?? started havin a fit
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Talking about (all y'all rappin niggas aint shit)
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So I spit in her face and socked the ho in lip
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And dragged the bitch outta my tent
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Cus I was full of that..
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[Chorus]
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Tanqueray'll have ya feelin so fine
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Little green bottle got you outta ya mind
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So if you want to get bent in a big-o way
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Come on and drink a little Tanqueray
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[DJ Quik]
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Check it, now the bitch straight skated, but then she rolled back
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Came up in the party wit a strap, cocked it
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Jack, spotted it, hit her on the head and speed knotted it
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Bitch dropped the strap and I got it
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Rat pack time niggas, stop
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The lights came on and the bitch got dropped
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It was party over here and party over there
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Till the niggas trippin, and started pullin out her hair
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Now it really wouldn't nice to see
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When they beat a bitch down, and drag her ass out in the street
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"And you aint getting yo gat back showty"
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Put it in pocket went back to the pawty
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And everybody kicked it for the rest of the night
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Huh, bud straight facin and the vibe was right
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Wouldn't no mo' strappin everything was okay
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Each everybody up skated cus we was outta that..
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[Chorus x2]
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Tanqueray'll have ya feelin so fine
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Little green bottle got you outta ya mind
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So if you want to get bent in a big-o way
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Come on and drink a little Tanqueray
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La la la la la la la la la...
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Tanqueray
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DJ Quik |