[Verse 1: Mibbs]
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Knucklehead niggas with the base in the trunk
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Bout to bubble like peroxide layin in a cut
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Grown ass kids who don't want to grow up
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But will have to do it soon cause our money's grown up
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But even if I had 5 mil in the bank
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I'm a still put a 5 dollar bill in the tank
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What you thank? I'm a change cause I got a new Range
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Fuck that ante up, man who in her got some change
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And we lookin for Dame's with the tight stretch pants
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In the big booty stance with no particular plans
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They all like to party and so do me and my man's
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So we picked a destination and head straight to the sands
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That's the beach, for the fam that's at least once a week
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Where we grab a couple freaks and show em the coral reef
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You know what I mean, it's that sticky Cali Green
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And it's out your wildest dreams
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Listen to the beat and
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Shut Up
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[Hook: The Cool Kids]
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(Shut Up in between each line)
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Just keep your eyes on the road and
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It's best you keep your mouth closed
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Stop playin with your cell phone
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Cause it's about to get thrown
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Just keep your eyes on the road and
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It's best to keep your mouth closed
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And don't you think about touching my Stereo
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[Verse 2: BeYoung]
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Ay Yo Yo, Ay Yo Yo
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Hop in my bucket baby, let's swing a episode
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Hit the mall, trick it all, see how far yo credit go
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Daddy with them sweaters low, with the Po in front of it
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Phoney man of the year, who you think you fuckin with
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Used to get the ugly chicks, now they all country thick
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All they get is trips to Rosko's for them country grits
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When I'm on my Southern shit, Might hit the Waffle House
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Have em gone off the Kush, leave em with the cotton mouth
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Bring em in swap em out, seat em in knock em down
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See them twin woofers beatin hard time to quite down
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Let me play the pilot now, listen to that [?] sound
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I was Holy Moly when Smoke was singin "Shop Around"
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See my Collar? Pop it now, Neiman Marcus shopin now
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Hair did, nails did, got you lookin proper now
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Wow! you stylin on em, flyer than falcons on em
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This is for my ladies who crazy and got a mouth on em
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Shut Up!
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[Hook: The Cool Kids]
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[Verse 3: Like]
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Naw, there ain't another nigga flyer
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My bitch so cold you could promote her on the flyer
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These ugly chicks hatin when I'm rollin up beside her
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Bendin them corners til the curb kiss the tires
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These ho niggas liar's that's word to the Choir
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I be with my nigga Dom in Leimert smokin fire
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Where's my lighter? Mash the Kush in the Cypher
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In that puff pass motion, but I ain't touchin yo saliva
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You Juicy Mouthed, Chickens cluckin in them Hoochie outfits
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Swift don't just dock the tracks with people we house with
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Don't talk to me bout fashion dog you be wylin
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You still think Coogi stylish, Who's ya stylist?
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I'm usually loungin, puffin on some Ganja
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Bumpin some Sinatra, Cuttin up some pasta
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Snackin with my elbow on the table eatin Lobsters
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Napkin over the collar in case I'm sloppy with the Salsa
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Man Shut Up
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[Hook: The Cool Kids]
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Shut Up
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