[Intro: Sebastian Rios]
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You goin about this all wrong, son
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Look at you
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[Sebastian Rios]
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It's Friday night, and you just got paid
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But you done spent every dime on this hoe, tryin to get laid
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But that's a weak angle (word) that's what the streets made
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You a halfway trick nigga? Make me sick nigga
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Okay, you in the spot behind that bitch liquor
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That's cool, but her friends too? She got like six wit her
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You Mr. Big Figure? Man you's a big sucka
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It's (Friday) and you spent e'rything like you Chris Tucker
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Let's knock the move, think these ladies all on you cause you rockin jewels
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and you got a face like some model dude (please)
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You beyond a fool (look)
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Dawg you spendin all yo' cash, man they got you all gassed like rocket fuel
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But you know what? I ain't knockin you
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Whores exist, so you might score and shit, not impossible
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If that's how you want it, then so be it
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But you spendin gwap, so listen pop, I hope you go beat it
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[Chorus: Sebastian Rios]
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You got a lot of talk, know how to put it down
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But when you show yo' face, she don't come around
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She ain't checkin for ya (nah)
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Listen to me young blood, she ain't checkin for ya - ha ha (ha ha)
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You like the way she walk, makes it worthwhile
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I'm hearin that's yo' lady, but when I come around
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She ain't checkin for ya (nah)
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Listen to me young blood, she ain't checkin for ya - ha ha (ha ha)
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[Sebastian Rios]
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Fresh car wash, you got your rims spinnin?
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You all set to pull over and try to get women
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You'll only get those that's whip driven
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Please, I be big pimpin in wrinkled white tees and ripped linen
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I don't need a item for me to pipe 'em
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Homie my talk game raw, like the meat that they feed the lion
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They can talk about how conceited I am
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But I ain't marryin unless she don't want me, offer me a diamond
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See, with you? You gotta spend dough
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Cause you a square, and yo' game's outdated, you're Nintendo
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And that's a damn shame, you borrow your man's Range
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to go to the club, and spend your re-up on champagne
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Can't be serious, trick, you weak!
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You was producin you probably show chicks your beats
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Cause you a (what) LAME! (LAME!) Word
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You're still spendin gwap on that same bird
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[Chorus]
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[Sebastian Rios]
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What your watch like four? (Uh-huh) Your chain like six?
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Spendin and try to score, homeboy that's priceless
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But e'rybody can't do it like this
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I keep her here with a beer, some of us must buy Cris'
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I got that gift, I do not act stiff
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She got her nose in the air, I tell her stop that ish
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Please, ain't no chick better than Joell
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But hey, if you choose to spend cheddar, oh well
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What can I say? That's YOUR money
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Correction, WAS your money, now that's that hoe's money
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I laugh from a distance cause, it's so funny
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Look at you hoppin around tryin to chase a snow bunny
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You can't catch her cause, she already caught ya
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Our eyes didn't have dinner, she done ate off mine for ya
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I ain't said a word, she like the way my body talk
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I'ma take her to the crib and change her body walk
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Sebastian Rios]
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Yeah, see that's how you do this here
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You ol' jive turkey, but ain't doin it right
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You just like the rest of them
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You ain't like me
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I done seen 'em all, son
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Big, small, short and tall
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Checkin For You
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Joell Ortiz |