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MOMMA I KNOW YOU SAID YOU WANTED

A RECORD THAT YOU COULD LISTEN TO

WITH NO CUSSING AND SHIT.I

TRIED BUT I STILL GOTTA DO THIS.



JINGA JINGA WE GOT THE LINGA WITH

SO MUCH HEAT ITS HARD FOR US TO

PICK THE FIRST SINGER.IT DONT

MATTER CUZ IM UNDERGROUD ANYWAYS

.RICH, BALD,BITCH CALLED AND FLY

ANYWAYS. YOU DIRTY NIGGAZ YALL

TOO WACK TO DANCE.YALL NEED TO

EASE OFF THAT DANCE BEFORE YALL

SPLIT YALL'S PANT.LEAVE IT UP

TO MY YOUNG NIGGAZ,YOUNG FLY

NIGGAZ GETTING DOWN, DO OR DIE

NIGGAZ,DONT TRY NIGGAZ.I CHANGE

MY MIND I DONT WANT YOUR BITCH.

BECAUSE SORRY ASS WOMEN JUST DONT GET

RICH. YOU CAN KEEP HER.I RATHER

HAVE A FIFI BAG CUZ ITS CHEAPER.

YOU CANT COME UP FOR AIR KNOW I

GETS DEAPER.AND MY HOLD IS SO

COLD ITS A SLEAPER SO PASS THE

REAFER. AND TO YALL FALSE BALLING

NIGGAZ GRAB YALL'S CROTCHES.BUT

IF YOU PAID NIGGAZ JUST PAT YALL POCKETS.



AND FOR SURE (YEAH)YOU GOT YOUR

I GOTS MINE AND WERE BALLING

(THATS RIGHT) SO CALL UP EVERYBODY.

(WHAT ARE WE DOING)LETS PITCH IN ON

A PARTY. FO SURE YOU GOT I GOTS MINE

AND WERE BALLING(LIKE A MUTHAFUCKER)

SO CALL UP EVERYBODY.

LETS PITCH IN ON A PARTY.



SOME BODY BRING THE POTATO

SALAD AND LETS TAKE A BALLID.

AND WHO GONNA INVITE THE HOES

THAT MAKE THE PARTY VALID?

CUZ WE DONT NEED A WHOLE CRIB

FULL OF DUDE'S AGAIN.AND THEN

HERE COME THE POLICE WITH THEM

BIG BLACK BIG BOOTS AGAIN(DAMN.

KICKING NIGGAZ OUT,HAND CUFFING

AND STUFFING JACKING AND KICKING

IN THERE MOUTH.AND TRYING TO START

BITCHEN CUZ SOMEBODY ROLLED UP BUD

IN A BLUNT AND WONT PASS THE SHIT.

WHO KEEP TURNING THE LIGHTS OFF?

AND WHY THE MUSIC KEEP SKIPPIN?

AND WHY THESE DIRTY KACKI NIGGAZ

KEEP TRIPPIN? I DONT KNOW IM QUICK

BUT IM STILL DELIGHTED.500 DOLLARS

WORTH OF WHITE STAR ABOUT TO HIDE

CUZ YOU AINT DRINKING MY UP BETTER

DRINK THAT E&J,Paul Mason,AND THE REST

OF THAT WINE UP.

YOU PARTY HATERS NEED TO STOP IT.

I THINK WE REALLY ABOUT TO PAT YALL POCKETS



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HEY BABY MY GIRLFRIEN LEFT ME

TODAY SO WITCH ONE OF YOU Old RAGGEDY

ASS BITCHES WANT TO COME UP IN

HERE AND PLAY?THATS WHAT MY HOMIE

TOLD HER TRYING TO COP THE CANCOON

THEN I CAUGHT HIM HUNCHING IN MY

DOWNSTAIRS BATHROOM,AND IN THE

KITCHEN,AND UP IN THE DACEFLOOR,

BY THE BIG SCREEN T.V, WHERE YOUR

PANTS GO? MAN YOU NIGGAZ I SWEAR

I TRY TO THROW YALL A RAGGEDY ASS

PARTY BUT YALL DONT EVEN CARE.CIGGARETS

BURN IM MY PLUSH, EMPTY BEER BOTTLES IN

THE BUSH.AND MY BITCH ACTING LIKE A LUSH.

BOY WHAT ELSE COULD GO WRONG SOMEONE TO

KICK THE EXTENSION CORD OUT OF THE

(OOH YALL GOTTA SOME OF THE CLUMSIEST MUTHAFU)

TO THE SOUNDS. KNOW ITS ON. YALL

DONE FUCKED UP,GET OUT,GET ON,

SPEED UP,NIGGA,GET UP,TAKE YOUR

WEED HOME,YEAH NIGGA, THE DRUNK

NIGGA SAID IT.YOUR POCKETS

THATS WHERE IM HEADED.



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TILL IT FADES