[Louieville Sluggah]
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God damn, look at missy missy
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She actin hot and sigie, I'm gonna catch them titties
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Oh come kitty kitty, I'm in the store with Bell
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I asked her if she miss me
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I need change quickly, Papi can you split this fifty
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She started small talk, like "Where you been"
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I cut her short, it's where I'll be with you and your friends
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You see girl, I ain't you average man, runnin a million
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On an island, puffin spliffs with Gilligan
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Set on the hot rocks, sendin my tube socks
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I'm wonderin, is this what it's like, if the clock stop
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And at a slow speed, cool breeze, blue trees
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Higher counts we had, BBQ on nude beach
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Your word becomes a V, you crack a smile now
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Then find out later, bitch, it ain't shit funny
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Me all about me sunny, money and keep it cunnin
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Movin wit my niggas and best to Playboy bunnies
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[Starang Wondah]
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Aiyo, ya see me the bed, countin ends
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Yo, I know you have a man, can't you have friends
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Wanna look me up and down, sayin "It depends"
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Aiyo, I treat you like a queen, til I hit the skins
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Cuz I look good, like your man wish he could
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Push a phat ride, parkin right in front of the hood
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Big muthafuckin Will, from the M.F.C.
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I roll a Bob Marley up, and pass the hennecy
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Nigga cough, never smoked before, yo weed it up
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Got chills goin down ya spine, I heat it up
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Gotta get where I'm goin, and fast
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Speed it up, I feel a hotel elevator beam me up
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I take you home, lie you down, so you can dream me up
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Get your all your friends through and double team me up
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I can't call it, smoker, never alcoholic
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Hittin it doggystyle, while you leanin on the toilet
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O.G.C. put it down like this
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From the foot to the gas while the spark burn up
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[Louieville Sluggah]
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Niggas be charged, spit like cards, it's just too easy
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Bouncin where you hearin my shit, niggas you feel me
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All up on your TV, blastin in your CD
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Hits like damn, the world love them niggas G.C.
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Let's get together, if Da Storm, change the weather
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Don't wanna make it hot, you can send me 4 page letters
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I won't tell a soul, stay strapped like Velcro
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Ya nana yellin, that's one hell of a fellow
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Pumpin ya driveway, playin somethin mellow
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Your pops hear me, call and say, girl hell no
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See I can understand, that's what the average do
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So later on, out the window to the Avenue
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Slo Mo
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Originoo Gunn Clapazz |