Chorus

Here we go here we go as the tune starts to bloom

With a phat phat phat cho re eus

1 2 3 if this is O.G.

The freaks would ya move ya boo ty yys

The getto jam is about to slam

With some notes from the diggady d e

As I key what's really goin on

Would ya reminisce with me e

Saturday morning just gettin up

With a hangover smellin like a fuck

I really can't remember cause I'm still kinda fady

so I close my eyes and thank God that i made it

Now I'm gettin flashbacks of some O.J.

With a green glass that says Tanqueray

Took it to the hand gulped it down with the quickness

Now I need a bitch so i can handle my business

What do you know, a freak's in my reach

threw her on the flo, suckin in her deep

She's screamin and she's screamin and she's screamin

Gettin horrors, but then I busted a nut, and that was that

so kick the chorus

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My homies are down, chillin in the hood

Nuthin my bitches, but thet ain't no good

to another man well she might be some good cat

But the homies in the hood label her as a hood rat

She's scared to love

So those with game can fuck

And ooh, she'll pound yo ass real fast, if your quick enough

And when your in that thi-ing

She'll make that nigga si-ng

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But you don't hear me doe

Ain't nuthin wrong with being a Trojan man, when ya ridin

So let's kick the chorus please if ya lyin

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My homey's clownin in his doped yellow chevy

Too O.D.'ed to be dropped

Kenwood's kickin out the funky big trunk

Clean with the rag on top, yeah

Rollin down the store, guess what we saw, some bitches

The finest one is on my nuts, she's blowing kisses

So I approached the freak of the week

And I played it like a game of blackjack

And for all that ass that she towed in around

Well I offered a backpack

And since I'm a mack

Well you know how the story goes

So all ya hoes and their bros here we go

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