Yo, I my ride on the left side I'm kind a-ight 'cause I know That my ass is gonna get drunk tonight
A view to the backyard My are all there So 5's everywhere, a well known smell
From the inside so who got the I know 'cause my brain said so So I followed the fog until the heart of the
Chilli Palmer a blunt and a glass of Bacardi Yo, it's all but something is missing I know what it is and I have to go pissing
But somebody knocking at the door And about now I'm looking at a girl that I never saw before about now I start to stare
Oh, it, my eyes are ready see her bare and Kane says Ronnie Braz, you're gonna do? I better go and relax and get another brew
Whooo, hey, yo, this is the bomb, y'all Whooo, hey, yo, this is the bomb
Somebody tell me her name is Somebody tell me the number of this dame is Does she got a man or is she creeping on a tip Yo, take a at her hips, I try to lick my lips
But my seems to weigh a ton And I said to myself, got to talk to her Ron, yo It's easier said done but I'm a do it It's a job I'm a go through it
So come on, baby, we talk It's too noisy in here so go outside for a walk My homies as we passed And said, "Did a nice job Mr. Braz"
strictly headin' for my car And thank the holy Lord that my way ain't far Mr. Braz goes on a mission And I will tell this girl what it's to go fishing
Ronnie and this on the way to knock boots Two minds on their way to get loose One load of sperm is getting out of 'n' roll
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