| Everybody was dancin and, everybody was swingin
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| And, everybody was singin and, everybody was bringin
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| Everybody was dancin and, everybody was smokin
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| And, everybody was drinkin and, niggas don’t be thinkin
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| Hey yo, I be the man dangle, handle bilingual
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| Shit’s so hot, it might be the first single
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| Soft mack sprinklin salt on my pringle
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| Ain’t no stoppin me now, I’m gon jungle
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| N-I, flippin shit, freakin shit
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| Runnin shit from channel to channel
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| I ain’t gon bite off more than I can handle
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| I got the DVD all in my wall panel
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| I ain’t try to brag, this is on my dick, cuz they see in a mag
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| Should of drived a Benz or I should of drived the Jag
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| Old school nigga I rock the doo rag
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| I might fuck around and let my pants sag
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| One two, I come through wit my familles
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| Big Psych, pit fight, you know the deals
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| Potted, take a good look at what we started
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| Retarded, that Brooklyn bullshit we got it
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| Everybody already know Toca be bout it
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| And me gettin knocked out the box, kid, I doubt it
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| It’s crowded, up in the club, so I’mma rub
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| My pinga against the ninga to show love
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| Stuck in the cut, as always I come wit the ruck
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| Tony Touch, Beatnuts, straight fuckin it up
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| Now don’t sleep home boy, I got it tucked in the gut
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| Just in cause I gotta flex against one of you ducks
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| Mira drago, Mr. El Cavallo
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| I send y’all free like Cinque de Mayo
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| Claro, come on y’all, get wit the vibe
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| And follow, and pump this cassette in the ride
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| Aiyo, Nills where’s you man wit the Jeckyl and Hyde?
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| Let’s get this jump-off jumpin, flip the record and slide
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| Everybody was dancin and, everybody was swingin
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| And, everybody was singin and, everybody was movin
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| And, everybody was movin to the groove
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| Everybody was dancin and, everybody was smokin
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| And, everybody was drinkin and, niggas don’t be thinkin
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| Aiyo, Psych is chillin, flippin the hottest hits in the club drinkin
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| Never trickin on a pigeon, yo who I’m bringin
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| The Glock is hittin, but it’s reachable by hand
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| I’mma beat you wit this, til you can’t understand
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| And I don’t give a fuck if you don’t know who I am
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| This is that pimp song, so take your minks off
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| And wild out for the night and get your drinks on
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| Mami, the way you rock me on the dance floor
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| Got me, ready to take my fuckin pants off
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| Blast off into a new dimension
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| Here’s a little somethin I’d like to mention
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| If you ain’t lovin it, you must be a hater
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| If shorty ain’t fuckin, see you later
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| Hasta la vista, you full of pasta and pizza
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| Oh, you gangster, I’mma get mobster and beat ya
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| Now tell me who the best there is
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| Greg N-I, Tony Touch, Psycho Les, there it is
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| Everybody pit fightin and, niggas don’t be writin
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| And, muthafuckas keep bitin, and
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| And, and, and, and, a-and |