(featuring Macy Gray, Method Man & Raekwon)
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[Chorus: Macy Gray]
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Intoxicated and I'm faded, by your honey
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Why, we finally made it, got to lovin'
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Money, seeds and shine
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They wanna hate it, try to break it
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But it's yours and mine
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Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine
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[Raekwon]
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Yo, I sat around the illest villains
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Campaignin' while we all G off
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Automatic mayors, now we ain't playin'
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Wolves start scheemin', violate me in the rain
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Get more respect, rob Marvin Gaye on 'em
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Gold, black, beige on 'em, heavy gauge
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Gettin' blazed, all that money, but he ain't even shaved
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This a new flavor, bigger vets, bigger begets
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Bigger papes, god damn it, nigga got saved
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Three or more, two thousand four Blazers
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Lookin' good, it's all hood, just analyze amazed
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Peace, let's mozy and swaze', y'all
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Then count real bank and thank 'em, hit me on the page, what
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[Chorus]
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[Method Man]
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Yo, I was born on the same day as Dr. Seuss
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Plenty of friends, henny and gin, who got the juice?
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Let's get drunk, in this motherfucker, let's get pumped
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I need that funk, like I ain't took a bath in a month
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You can find me where the thugs be at, club be at
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A fact, I love women, cuz they love me back
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The name's Johnny, they used to call me sucker for love
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But now I'm grimey, cops searchin' motherfuckers for drugs
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Give me that buzz, that comes in nickle, dimes or dubs
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At four twenty, when niggaz knew what time it was
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A shot of Remy, in my system, I'm buzzed
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Then baby, I ain't just a little war from unplugged
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Haha, you know I, crack myself up, sometimes with no excuses
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Like every nigga that done time, I didn't do it
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Meth the Magnificent, not Jeff
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I see the game done gone imputent, soft and suspect
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[Chorus]
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Yo, silence on Smith with six shots, lick shots
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Leave ya head like a Shaolin monk with six dots
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Hit a gush, twistin' a sweet switcher
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In search for Bobby the Digital, bitch, not Bobby Fisher
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Head full, with a Grey Goose and Redbull
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I came for, a beer, weed, plus a bed full
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Of dimepiece, model type bitches, who mind they business
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Blow my dick, like birthday cake wishes
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My warrior's scornful, hard to respond to
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Dirt McGirt, be sailin' boat and in Honolulu
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Brooklyn Zu, wild like Chaka Zulu
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Brooklyn Zu, shots will go right through you
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Touch me in Cali, or the streets of Mauwi
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In the two thousand six pitch black Audi
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Drivin' by bitches, I'm like howdy
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Doody, to you some beauty bitches crowd me
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[Chorus 2X]
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Intoxicated
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| Ol' Dirty Bastard |
