You might find me in the Club Fresh kicks, cut, pocket full of dubs Box of for my paranoid niggaz actin' foul smokin' if you can't be proud
Adult night, not another bar fight Inglewood actin' right in the spotlight Me, I'm than invisible set I'm wet, slurrin' and I'm lookin' for my pet
I pass to the with her whip on her, ask her If she wit'cha bird, if she not we move past her And I hatin', I'm just diggin' ya ass, girl Is the collagen shot, is that what'cha momma got?
I'm so rugged, bullet wound in Of the axe handle blunt force kinda tuggin' And I never been what the cat drug in Be real, Quik's to keep ya mean
California clownin', to sundown In the groovin', trippin' off the saloon fight We fandango, the day hangover Got me feelin' like I hit a train my Range Rover
Feel free to lose mind, let your brain go the tango, do the fandango Triple step, left, then you let your dame go Spin around you get a hangover
Take your doo rag off, let your brain the tango, do the fandango Triple step, right left, then you let man go Spin 'til you get a hangover
Watch me climb out the whip the bird on my hip She wanna set it off in the club, don't We a bottle and all my fam take a sip Any wanna pop at the lip, we come equipped
We get the paper and the savor the But forget about the haters who constantly imitate us Homey, we creators and players and rhyme For layers of words, let me say it in terms you can understand
So clearly, you feelin', me, She's on the 'cause of my homey, Quik man And she hits the but you don't really understand Yeah, I seen it before but now it's gettin' out of
Mommy's diggin' for more and she's for the cam Little got the dance floor slammed No tango, straight Birds to us like heads to Kangols, c'mon
Feel free to lose mind, let your brain go Fuck the tango, do the Triple step, right left, then you let dame go around 'til you get a hangover
Take your doo rag off, let your brain Fuck the tango, do the step, right left, then you let your man go Spin around you get a hangover
I'm a master in disguise, movin' swiftly to the Move faster me, then I recognize That I ain't really got nuttin' to But the skinny girl second, fat girls first
And is still on my mind I remember when we used to get scared when got behind us One-time sayin' they tryin' to find us But they got the wrong niggaz, never us
My tongue tumbles like I'm bumblebee Rip out the stinger, you keep talkin' shit I whip out the How many times does it to end right before 12:00 a.m? Why you packin' a Jim?
I gets down on the mic I rode down on a bike Road rash, skin peelin' The club ain't never 'til the haters be gone We to build the eliminator hater light and put it on 'em
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Take your doo rag off, let brain grow the tango, do the fandango Triple step, left, then you let your man go Spin around 'til you get a