Geah
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My nigga Muggs in the house
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Who keeps you humpin'
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Eihthype keeps you thumpin'
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Always into somethin'
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Westside got it going on
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Westside got it going on
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Who creeps in smooth with moves like Gotti
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Trips to make grips and back to the party
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Million dollar holler with the Jazzy Belles
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97 makes moves with the freaky tales
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Hold up, stop the presses
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Floats to the club and show me love in little short dresses
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From 8 at night till 6 in the morn'
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Intend to get ?naked?, try to put me on
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Tick tock, it don't stop, clock keeps tickin'
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Pour one more and wait for the liquor to kick in
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Lookin suspicious cause you don't know the game plan
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To the V.I.P. you peeps the ?three span?
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Naughty as I wanna be, so check it
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Drama to the women I perfected to get naked
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2 shots of the V.S.O.P. R?y
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Converstions as I tugs on your bikini
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Got to get it, cause I've never had
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Takes the party back to my pad, color me bad
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Oops... I swoops up in the Coupe
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One more pussy to loop, I'm knockin the boots
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Geah
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Who got you humpin'
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Eihthype's always bumpin'
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Always into somethin' (geah)
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Westside's got it goin' on
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Number one desperado, packin the hollows
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In a nice tight suit with Christy to swallow
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Who's the role model, bitch butt-naked on the boat
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'cross the lake, we skate with the heavy weights
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Can you feel me? Surfs all night, be rich
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500 super sport, low-low's hittin' the switch
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Gots long dough, fo' sho', cops paid by the month
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Weekly in the club, gots ho's to hunt
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Gets mine, nose to the grind, makes cheese
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Ain't never seen three niggas like these
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Still gots the connects, pulls china white from Muggs
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Rolex, more sex by the Compton thugs
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Senoritas and peso's for the Amigos
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Wherever the wind blows, you're sure to see those
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Heavyweight hustlers that got the green
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Chronic, snaps and bitches, the American Dream
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Geah
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Chorus...
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Makes me wanna throw my hands up and holler
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It all seems like a dream
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How we gettin the cream and still in Impalas, c'mon
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If you gots the time, then I gots the time
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Best not be that bitch dropped dime
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Stops my money flow, where's my money, hoe?
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Out the door, watch the pimp with the gangsta limp
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Limo rides, westside, I keep it crackin
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Thousand dollar suits while the Gators keep snappin
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Bird flies in, top dollar bitches to stab
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Sets up nice on Boom Bam ab
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Makes me laugh sometimes... ha-ha
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Fine bitches and money makes me do the cha cha
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Ooh-lah-lah, 'cross the board money to spend
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Open the door, bitch, get in
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Chorus...
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My nigga Muggs one time, c'mon
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Geah
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Ya know how we do, ya know how we do
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Come on, get down like you live, get down like you live
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Geah
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Got Cha Humpin'
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MC Eiht |