[Intro]
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Uh huh, yeah
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Uh huh, yeah
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Oh no (louder) oh no (louder)
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Uh huh, uh huh
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[Chorus]
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(Drop drop) - my homies that ride chromies let it
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(Pop pop) - at the bar Budden them bottles and them
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(Shots shots) - my ladies it's all gravy if you
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(Hot hot) then come back to the (spot spot) and maybe we can
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(Bone bone) - know that we chilling, she something shaking in her
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(Thong thong) - gangsta gangsta, paper paper
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(Long long) - and for my riders all over
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Now you know we wanna hit it hit it
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Don't stop, get it get it
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[Verse]
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Sick wit it, I keep paper around me
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So I know that everybody got the vapors around me
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See me in a big truck thin rubber riding
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2 Way and a broad, and got 10 others squatting
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Cause I know Cal broads act up man
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So 'cha man man gotta keep a back up plan
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Not a dance floor nucka [nigga]
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I'm take em home get em to drop they pants
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And gross nucka till the (drip drip)
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No you not my wife no you can't handle my (kid kid)
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I'm just trying to put in your (rib rib)
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Through Cheetah, we in the four door Beem
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Not like the two door like the kid only got a few divas
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Drive wit my knees, seat recline
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While she leaned over giving me a piece of her mind
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I be sizing em up from they thighs and above
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Holla at me if you wanna come and ride wit a thug, yeah!
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge]
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All my ladies if you riding!
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Then you know to skip the shotgun and bag the one driving
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All my nuckas if you riding!
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Don't trip plenty cash if she stingy wit ass
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[Verse]
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Yo boy got a street chick
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Rocks Chanelle she focused ('focused man')
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Stay wit a bag of fine and no elder rolling (uh)
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She just one of my dames, gotta stay cool
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Everything I got is under her name, it's on! (top top)
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And I'm the same dude came up from the (block block)
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I'm doing it baby I can't (stop stop)
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In my rear view I'm getting tailed by the (cops cops)
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Clean but kit got me looking like I'm (hot hot)
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I ain't on the (streets streets) dawg
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Just trying to (eat eat)
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So fall back jerk, cop I ain't (beat beat)
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Can't miss me, I'm the guy in the V-Tweezy
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And that dime you was hollering at, she's wit me in the
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[Chorus]
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[Verse]
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Chicks wit nice bodies, whip be wide body
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Backseat emtpy, clips can ride shotty, We gon' (ride ride)
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See yo boy getting a million
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We ain't merking it, Nathan had they missing a ceiling
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And, could catch me spendning time at the bar
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You like your water frozen, dawg I like mine in a jar
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We get it (crunk crunk) y'all hear the system out in the (trunk trunk)
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Thump thump Budden be giving you what you want now
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[Chorus]
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Drop Drop
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Joe Budden |