We Could marinate, get nice and and riches (But it's B.Y.O.B.) Bring your own bud, brew, and Ain't no set trippin', ill and don't steal, for real (You to chill)
1: I woke up in my Tommy Hilfigures boxers at 10 from a at the door But why they at my door Oh! My peep's they got a gallon, smilin' My totalled ten one empty round from putting it down But now, my day is off Coca Cola and Remy Martin Some of the homeys from L.A. and Carson want to throw a private party on some Gautier and my Rolex link dressed to kill like Bernard Getts My squad flex like Lee Haney, so its best I myself on house arrest Cause you never know, maybe they might wind up at 429 Locked away, plus can't keep the boody calls I'm
Dialed up micehead to see what's crackin' tonight She said she just up with her man And since she free like Mnadela, she bringina box of pantellas Acapells, I game like Lou made sure to tell her Don't bring no fellas, cherral, you can braid the tweed And then you can me how to do the pepper seed Agreeded, cause we get down like on a regular, loungin' Watchin' tapes, shooting jokes, your choice of imported smokes Craps and on the patio for more chips than Bingo Chips the MGM casino Just make sure your homegirl is single, so it's Cause ain't nothing worse fifth wheels that's cockblocking And knocking while I"m knocking about she ret' to go I some of your brown sugar while I bump D'Angelo (Fo'sho) No special holiday, but just being alive is a reason for So we
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I get around Dolby Pro Logic, But running them streets too get fools hated Incarcerated, or At the house we safely intoxicated, Nonoxol-9 questions, everybodys faded and now, we got the ladies undressing Like 1st King strippers bouncin' on nigggas balls like the LA The phone rang, my shorty said "What you up to, boo?" Nothing, just chillin' like bruh-man on do See only I'm tipsy, when my words start slurring Do I get causght telling lies Mark Furhaman So I'll call you later drink was low, to the stash and pulled out the XO The T.U.'s is for whatever Let's run more trains than the but ya'll got to be out by two I'm getting and plus my boo is coming through So let the front door hit you Ru Paul probably might And asking what's up for tomorrow night