Yo, I park my ride on the left I'm feeling kind 'cause I know That my stupid ass is get drunk tonight
A quick view to the My are all there So 5's everywhere, a well known smell
From the so who got the endo I know 'cause my brain said so So I followed the fog until the heart of the
Chilli Palmer with a blunt and a of Bacardi Yo, it's all but something is missing I don't what it is and I have to go pissing
But there's somebody knocking at the And right about now I'm looking at a girl I never saw before about now I start to stare
Oh, fuck it, my are ready see her bare and Kane says Braz, what you're gonna do? I better go and relax and get myself another
Whooo, hey, yo, this is the bomb, y'all Whooo, hey, yo, chick is the bomb
Somebody tell me what her is Somebody tell me what the number of dame is Does she got a man or is she creeping on a tip Yo, a look at her hips, I try to lick my lips
But my seems to weigh a ton And I to myself, you've got to talk to her Ron, yo easier said than 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 in here so let's go outside for a walk My homies as we passed And Kane said, "Did a job Mr. Braz"
We're strictly for my car And thank the holy Lord my way ain't that far 'Cause Mr. goes on a mission And I will tell this girl what it's like to go
Ronnie and this chick on the way to boots Two wicked minds on way to get loose One load of is getting out of control 'n' roll
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