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点击复制D**n this a b***h
We ain't gotta motherf**kin' thing
Ring CJ do what he doin' in Cali for ni a
Hello
Hey wuz up n***a it's Face
What up fizzace
Feelin' I'm gone come f**k wit you
Come on down loco
Ai please have some b***hes please
Ha ha ha
Ha ha ha
Locc I been hustlin' all week
Tonight's the night I dips 'n try to step up in a freak
I call this ho named Tiki she got homies we can twist
All we need's some chronic and a motherf**kin' fifth
Is you wit me locc
What's mine is yours and what's yours is mines
When I'm in Houston you be treatin' me fine
I scoop you up in L A X around six
I scootch you through the hood then we gone get up in these tricks
It's Friday night
Two players in a black 5 0 0
Slidin' down the shore gettin' at every fly ho
I'm wit my homey ain't nobody set trippin'
Drops my s**t off at his house and then we kept flippin'
Now see why'know your n***a don't sleep
Homey enough and see
Well hand your n***a some heat
So I can feel warm in these cold a*s L A streets
Now hook ya n***a wit some L A freaks baby
It's Friday night
Straight sellin' with my Texas G
Stayin' sucka free as I L O see
It's Friday night
Two players on a hoodrat chase
You n***as can't see me and you can't see my n***a Face
First thang we do is hit the club
I'm seein' hella b***hes in the corners tryin' to show your homey love
This b***h is fly as a bird
And gotta a*s that could swang from California all the way up through
Pittsburgh
Hold up locc
What
I know that flea
She been out 'n club hoppin' since '83
Ain't this a b***h
And the b***h is still hoin'
See get at broke b***h and fake smile and keep strollin' locc
Riiiight
See them busters in the corner they don't like my hood
I don't like their hood so it ain't all good
So keep ya eyes on em
'Cause if it line we gotta slide on 'em
Ride on em
I gots no problem kickin' dust up wit punk a*s little busters
Who wants to try to buck us we grab these guns and bust em
I gots that tena millimetre in tha parkin' lot
F**k em locc we gots some b***hes at the Mariott
You motherf**kers better chill
Before you f**k around and lose and get your cap peeled
Jumps on the elevator hops off the six floor
Knocks on the door of room 604
Gets greeted by the biggest pair of thighs you want to see
With a pair just like a mona homegirl G
See vee like the mix and vee like the twist of em
Face you can hit it first and then we can switch
It ain't no fun if my homey can't twist a b***h
I'll dare ya a*s to try to run that 2PAC s**t
I goes high ho silver like the f**kin' Moan Ranger
Playin' here's out my d**k inside a total f**kin' stranger
You f**kin' with a Texas cowboy I puts it down boy
You ready for the second go
You know it
I go two or three hours and I'm sendin' these b***hes off on their way
See ya
You's a fool CJ
N***a how you like the southern California freakin
Dogg I'll be back every motherf**kin' weekend
It's Friday night
Straight sellin' with my Texas OG
Stayin' sucka free as I L O see
It's Friday night
You motherf**kers better lay back
'Cause you can't see that Face
Or it's just the n***a see Mack
Yeah Mr Scarface and CJ Mack
Puttin' in much work for Rap A Lot and Rap A Lot West for the 9 5
You motherf**kers better stay down
'Cause y'all punks couldn't see us with ultrasound
Coward
You motherf**kers couldn't see us with glasses on
He he why'kno whut I'm sayin'