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[Hook: x2] Get up in your body and your dome Left the after party with the chrome As soon as everybody knows that I'm gone Put the fuel on it Take a puff and a pull on it, then I'm gone Center make up the party Rocking bodies Make you throw your hands in the sky It's a verbal homicide everybody duck Get the party dumb S struck TNT like what [Verse 1] Come on and toke on a dub with me I love cities with parties that's full of bitches they let me rub tities Packing a snub, I ain't a thug So i guess it's the blood in me Got to holler at a stud skinny Got my boys outside if you really want to fuck with me What's the reason of the beef for Hit'em upside the head with the hardest of my beef flow Take a look at me grills Rolling through the bay To my bay nuts, what the fucks happening SongtexteTake a look at my grill And the shine on my 17 inch wheels On my motherfucking magnum Subliminal I'm a player still Balling in the game come major bills Take a trip with me through hater-ville Haters front about How they get hooked up on some killer steal But a real-a motherfucker know only players get hooked up on the killer deals For real, still drank, still blow Then I creep through the hood real slow Sitting sideways feeling real swole Sipping on syrup feeling real slow [Hook] [Verse 2] If you see me walking by Im'a brush ya Its that physco motherfucker from the bay Rolling with that bad motherfucker that will crush ya Tongue got a mind of its own it will dust ya Tell me who the fuck want what (what) Which one of you murderers is ready to blow a set on up Hit your gut make a scene off a theme make you throw up Split lips with a big fat tip in the middle straight running this Check out mommy she the sexiest When it come to the sex Im'a specialist I wanna break a sweat when we get to buckin Hardy back drumming Coped the bills out the jeans Pappi fat nuttin Cop a gat gunnin Got to pop her grill Got to pop the steel Oh I got to got to pop something Petty packing penny brushing motherfucker With the pretty pearl Holl got to got to get it get it girl With the pele pel Rocking on the stage In a petty shirt Grinding up the flow ryming in the zone 'Till my belly hurt But I really want to got to put in work Concord city finna want to rep it to the dirt Break 'em make 'em take 'em Motherfucking fake them all Shake, shake, I shake they all fall [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania