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Hello?
 Hello, Theresa?
 Yeah, it's me
 Yo, what up, kid?
 What's up?
 Yo, we going to this joint tonight?
 Word
 Word up, what you wearing?
 I don't know, I'll probably throw on my black leggings
 And my Tommy Hilfiger tee shirt, 'cause it's hot outside
 Word up, I'm feelin' my sun, to get jiggity with the fellas
 Word up
 Can you dig?
 Yeah, no doubt, what I'm sayin'? I gotta look right for the nigga
 Ha, ya know what I'm sayin'? A'ight, yo, I should go
 (A'ight) yeah
 It was Friday afternoon in the middle of June
 Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom
 Around the time, everybody had just got home from class
 Shootin' dice, talkin' shit, hopin' the cash would last
 Yo, this was around the time when I didn't know no better
 Juney moved around in a tinted out Jetta
 Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke
 Then I took one toke, yo, I almost choked
 See, I never smoked before, so my nerves got shot
 Then he told me about the party at the spot jam rock
 It was guaranteed on, but I said "Son, chill"
 There's a joint around the way that's supposed to be real
 Word
 He said we got all day, so we gonna do it right
 Hit your man's joint first, then jam rock at one night
 Then I said, "A'ight", then I hopped inside the jetty
 Let me take a shower, I'm sweaty, and then I'll be ready
 Tonight is the night I get my groove on steady
 And get my drink on with that Ford named Betty
 I went upstairs to get fly, broke my tie
 On some liquor, to meet my high quicker
 Now, I'm tight, them know, the party is the M.O
 Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo
 11 in the evenin', I'm feelin' like a heathen
 This thing is goin' down, and I highly doubt I'm leavin' (word)
 Booty cheeks start to motion and the kids is drinkin' potion
 Word is bond, that Black Moon joint got me open
 (Don't front)
 Yo, the DJ flipped the script
 Threw on the good shit that made the kid lose his grip
 Blendin' Risin' to the Top and got these shorties hoppin' (uh)
 Nuthin' but coppin', ain't no stoppin' me now (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Yo, I'm bound to win until that thing kicked in
 The Alize had me stuck, I don't know where to begin (a'ight)
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 Now I'm feelin' kinda jaded, wildly coherent
 Me and the fellas started acting irreverent (uh)
 Butt grabbin', mad laughin' just assin'
 Then that chick caught up, the shorty lookin' fed up
 They say you drug one with this one, gibbin' with that one
 Ayo, I'm just doin' my thing, yo, I'm just havin' fun
 You don't see me in here wylin' pullin' out no gun
 Yo, I see some of that thing girl and I want some
 So, let's step inside this corner so that we can rap on
 Over this bumpin' ass song plus some Dom Pérignon
 I hit ya with the good lovin' plus fillet mignon
 Yeah, yeah, scrammy scrams, yo, that's that same old song
 Ayo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong
 Yo, put some brakes on your yappin', or you won't live long
 Please nigga, push on
 Alright scrams, see you later (scrams)
 Can't mess with these street sharks or these alligators
 I can't take it no more, yo, it's damn near four
 I've been partyin' and drinkin' since I came out my door
 Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, where's the exit?
 Son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the Lexus
 Yo, he cocked his joint back like he's about to let him have it
 Kid, I kept it movin' like the Energizer rabbit (yo, yo)
 Ayo, yo, it's time to skate, ain't no time to contemplate
 Whoops, looka there, there's Jake
 Alright, you guys wanna move the cars? C'mon, let's go
 Yo, c'mon Al, yo, that shit was fucked up, man
 Yo, that nigga fuckin' pulled outta the borough like that?
 (Aye yo, why the-) yo, let's get the fuck up outta here
 Why them niggas always assin' out, man?
 Yo, them niggas always assin' out, man (fuck you think, man)
 They can't even have a good one on a hot summer night, man, it's alright, man
 Word up, this hot weather is makin' niggas act stupid
 Niggas be actin' stupid in this hot weather, baby
 Yo, it's 3 o'clock in the morning
 Hey Mal man, I'm tired of these funny style niggas, man
 It's hotter than a witch's crotch, son
 What's up, man?
 Get in the car, kid (c'mon, man, get in, man)
 Fuck is you doin', man? (It's hot as hell, I need some AC, man)
 Muhammad, I can't close the door, you fat boy!
 'Cause of yo' fat ass
 Yo, it's Muhammad (c'mon, man)
 It ain't no Muhammad, man
 Yo, will y'all shut the fuck up man
 Y'all in my motherfuckin' car, man (c'mon, man)
 Yo, why you kid, why you talkin' to me like that man?
 (I'm sayin', man) whoo-hoo-hoo! Baby
 Hol' up, can I say something, please, man?
 What's up man, what up? What?
 (Yo) what you gotta say?
 Every fuckin' time, man, we go out, man
 We always get towed the fuck down
 These broads be fuckin' shammin' like it fuckin' (yo Mal, you hot man?) (Fakin' ass)
 And I'm tired of it, man, I'm 22 years old
 And I get crazy high every time I go to a party, man (I ain't gonna front)
 And the stupid shit be jumpin' off, man (I ain't gonna front, I agree, man, word up)
 Yo, I can't have this no more, I've gotta find something new, man
 

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Duration
04:38
Key
10
Tempo
95 BPM

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