| I, I, I
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| Man, I could put you in the passenger seat
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| While we’re smashing the Jeep
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| Jo and Zay in the back, both passing the weed
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| Puff one, puff two
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| Pass and repeat
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| No, I don’t smoke
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| Pass me the drink
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| As we proceed to get funkdafied
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| Riding the streets, getting on tonight
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| No, we ain’t going home tonight
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| You know how we do it, we get Oakland live
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| I’m just riding, chilling; |
| this is how I’m living
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| Watch me swerve and get no ticket
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| Put your blunts up if you feel it
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| We ain’t going home tonight, nah
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| We getting on tonight, oh
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| I, oh, I, oh
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| I pull up in the drop top Jeep, baby
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| Top drop, parking lot full of freaks, baby
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| Passing shots, give me what I need baby
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| No Cîroc, only sip Hennessy, baby
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| And even though they tell us not to drink and drive
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| We’re going to keep this lit, passing drinks tonight
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| Well hella weed getting puffy, passing the dutchie
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| But I never touch it cause the trees, I don’t fuck with
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| We ain’t going home tonight, nah
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| We getting on tonight, oh
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| I, oh, I, oh
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| We ain’t going home tonight
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| No, we ain’t going home tonight
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| We ain’t going home tonight
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| No, we ain’t going home tonight
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| Do you really wanna come roll with me?
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| Do you really wanna come roll with me?
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| Do you really wanna get on with me?
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| Taking shots, pouring strong with me? |