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Rakeem is lovely, word a pocket full of dough A little drunk, reaction's mad Thinkin', I go to the club scene And do And bag a rub-a-dub queen
Another thing, beyond the cream, I wanted to get Put my on a blunt tip It's two weeks, since I last sparked it Went down to the club
Five fee, plus ID But a brother me, gassed his way in for free Word, took a bar Got a tall glass, of sex on the
to my left, saw this girl, she was slammin' sir Ooh, what ya do, kid? I her Pushed up, I to bag her, for her name What happened? I didn't the game
by a scent in the air Could it be? Yes, yeah, a potent bag of sess It was and Loud Jerome They had a bone, you a blunt? A palmetto
I said pass the bone, the bone Pass the bone, kid, the bone They passed it, one pull I was blasted kind of stimulated, fantastic
We approached the weak Did you surprise her? I her Bagged her, for her and address Slid to her rest, mad success But did you bone her? Did I bone Did I bone you shoulda heard her moan
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Yo it Outside a nightclub We shine some young bloods forties right down to the suds Ready to flow and rip the mic phone Hmm, and all I needed was a bone
And guess who come down the stumbling drunk Ason, with two bags of Pull out the blunt put the weed it up tight, then the flame was applied
Inhale, but not pertaining to Exhale, you like two pulls and off kind of toxie Seen a who was foxy, yo but she needed
Oxy wash, oh my gosh, yo not to But to the subject The brothers up on the scene that I had known the skunk and said, "Yo pass the bone"
I said, "Lounge G there's not to pass around So go get a bag from I a pound to the brothers who was sweatin' What the Wisdoms? Yo they was stressin' me"
Hey Genius, Genius, ya come do me Step to me, you know me Just another red bone, that I had bagged in the red And took home to get my flown
Forget about the weak cypher, so I slid to the Leavin' tracks of stacks That originated the sess crops me the mic and watch me get props
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