[Shock G]
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Ridin in a drop top 'Vette doing ninety
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Front seat fresh ho, no five-oh behind me
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I know it is a fat house party, so yo bust the def left
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Rich baby's parents went away for the weekend
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Oooh, there's plenty of freaks left
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And there's gonna be freakin, the house party's peakin
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So I'm sneakin upstairs with a fresh stunt
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Grabbed the rump, pushed the stunt in the closet
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Sparked the blunt, humped the rump
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Puffed the blunt, bust a nut ¡© AAHHH! Oohwee
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[Money B]
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Boss says it's cool to come to work when you can make it
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Halle Berry lyin in your bed butt-stankin naked
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The deck is on me, here's some more condoms I think I wanna gee
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She said, my friend it makes me wanna sing mememememe
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Boss says it's cool to come to work when you can make it
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Halle Berry sittin in your bed butt-stankin naked
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[laughing] You know what I'm saying, ay, I just gotta scream
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[Chorus]
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Wheee! (x8)
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[Money B]
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Ha-ha-ha, I chuckle to myself
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That's the way I feel, you wanna know the scoop?
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When you're getting up, you're on your way to school
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And then you find out, that it's a holiday
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Tank is on full, the sun is in the sky
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So you drop the top, it's time get out
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Kind of how it is when you kick eight bars
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And not rhyme once and still sound fly
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[Shock G]
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Wheee, peekin at the Smith girl, sneakin out the backdoor
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Leapin in the neighbour's pool naked
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Story uhm, ahh, errr, I scream, I
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Join in skinny dip swimming, shakin when the wind blows
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Swan dive, ha ha ha, errr, ummm, ah, fuck it!
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[Chorus]
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[Clee]
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Whoopsy daisy, as she busts my eyes close
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Excuse the pitch if I slip and my rhyme's slow
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But I got a feelin ho is appealin
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I'm sittin underground but my head is to the ceiling
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Ooooh, I got a freak on the way
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She wants to come I'mma make her stay
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Wheee! Cause the girl love's to geeee
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Especially when it comes to Cleeeee
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And when I bust a nut I'll say whee, hee-hee
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[Smoothe]
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Um, yeah, Smooth's havin fun cause he's got his flow on
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Call me a freak jack-in-the-box, yeah I'll go on
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A tight skirt and a tail makin crazy mail
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In living colour, gumbo from my mother
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Roller coaster, toast, jam
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Martin Lawrence skins when I slam
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Spill a fat drink like a gobstopper
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When you see me in a club you know I'll holla
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[Saafir]
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In comes three times when I nut
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Put my dick in her butt, walked on her cunt
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I sneeze, made her jump, let me tell it
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Put my finger in her ass, let her smell it
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Close the door, pretend I'm takin a shit
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But I really got my toes pointed, hand on my dick
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I'm sick, I got the flu
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But I'll still kiss you till you smell like
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Doodoo! My ass is soggy
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My drawers are wet, they're kinda foggy
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I can't see a thing, I feel like a big fat
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Bing! Bong! Ding! Dong!
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I got camel humps on my back
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I got bald head butt corduroy calluses all on my hand
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I smell like, uh, the Bee Gees band
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Damn, that shit was wack!
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[Shock G]
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I'm snugglin in the arms of a fresh stunt
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Bosoms in my grill, peepin Benny Hill with a fat blunt
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John Madden Football, a fat hit off the beadie
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Doggystyle behind the bed and still can see the TV
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Silly cartoons is getting watched
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Like Juju (¡°Si, Inspector¡±) I think I see the blootch
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BOOM! My mistake, it was 'de boom'
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Bust in on my man in the next room
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Wheee! Fuck you, Johnny
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The spoon-fed Apple Jacks in bed room
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Fresh freak with the ice cubes and a lot of headroom
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[??????]
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A dope ho strip show with all the girls we know
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I won't kiss the feet if the girlie's got cheese toes
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Clee won't leave me alone, I'm five gees, gone
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Wheee, Cleee...
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Wheee!
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