Chorus: 1x
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Would ya quit fuckin my high off
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Cause it's got to be the muthafuckin boss loss
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Heavy to the metal, drinking X.O., nothin but x.o
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Verse 1:(Numskull)
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I'm broke, you broke, we all broke
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So let's take our broke asses to the sto'
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And steal another bottle of X.O.
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I'm feelin so faded, broke wit a album
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But bitches on my dick like I ate it
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I'm use to smellin fish, but not that kind
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Look you's a hoochie, wanna do me, at least try to act fine
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Cause i'm the nigga wit the best hand
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You poochie, you look like my pitbull stretch the fuck
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Out your stretch pants
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You fuckin up my drunk a lot
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I get the drunk talk, sick wit, ly, ly, ly
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All I need is X.O. to set me in, bitch I don't need
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Yo pussy fought by most men&lesbian's
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Soon as I get home, i'ma take a hope lift to the dome
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Shit, another civilation, i'm just another
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Drunk hoodlum under one nation
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Chorus: 2x
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Verse 2:(Yukmouth)
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Bitch, you wanna suck on my dang, dang
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Drink all my drank, drank
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Who's in the jacuzzi, all hoochie's
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Suckin all on my doobie, be poppin coochie
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But only if ya lonely baby bubba
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Then she said do you got the rubber
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Got the covers out the closet, another flawless victory
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A bitch ain't shit to me, she was history
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Soon as my nigga Nut come threw wit Num, Dru, Chris
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And Richie Rich we on some new shit
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I knew this, bitch was a groupie from the giddy-go
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Really though, wanna be all in a nigga video
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But silly ho, you know you got to fuck all of us
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Pimps, playa's, hustla's, balla's, shot caller
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Call the shits, top knotch blazin
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Got a cock caved in like squashed raisin's
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Stay in the ho, so fa sho we runned a train
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All them nuts slangs on her neck like a gold chain
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Chorus: 2x
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Verse 3:(Yukmouth)
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Back in '88, a nigga was staright
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All in the car case, face above e
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Four d o, z, s, o.p, whatever it be
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Pass that shit to me
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Gin&juice get loose of duece duece&bless tea
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Kick it wit the fourty less, sick wit it posse
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Got me fillin my body up like Carlos Rasi
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Hurricane, sluricane, some smoke cane
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May not take the chronic to the chain and won't change
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(Numskull)
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You can't even if you smoke cane
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You won't get high as me, drink my jugs
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Off the st.ides, see I can't even spell it
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Even though I didn't drink that day, but you'll
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Damn sho smell it, I dare you to come threw wit
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No drink bitch, i'll who-ride you, cause my shirt
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Drink more then I do, i'm lit, still lit
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That's how we do this weird shit, bits
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Of remi and shit, so I ain't fuckin wit you bitch
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Chorus: 3x
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X.O.
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| The Luniz |
