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Saturday morning, take the train for a ride |
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The sun is up, I got my homies by my side |
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Rollin' down the street with my sixteen speakers |
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... on the beach, daddy dippin' |
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I hang a light at the right, ready to have fun |
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Then I bust a left for the 121 |
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Pull it into park and lay it on the grass |
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I roll back the ride, so I can see some ass |
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Clock one sista, fifteens in the rear |
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Bump a forty, leaves me gawkin' here |
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I hits 'em up for the circle, that's how I'm livin' |
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Crowbars in the house and got us on a mission |
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You can be Blood, or you can see Cryppin' fool |
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But I ain't trippin' |
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My homie Snoop kicks the dinner juice and that's alright, |
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But a-Coolio with the flow seems to yak all night |
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Chorus: |
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Rollin' with my homies (sippin' we yak all night, yeah) |
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Sippin' on yak all night (I got us on the way in the CBT, and it's alright) |
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Yak all night... |
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Rollin' with my homies (sippin' yak all night, yeah) |
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Sippin' on yak all night (I got us on the way in the CBT, and it's alright) |
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Yak all night... |
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Pumpin' up the keg and roll it in a paper |
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It's like a match, you light it up and pass it to your neighbour |
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Night time is the right time... a-DYNAMITE! |
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We're gonna have a good time |
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I jump back in the wagon, lock up the ass |
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Pop in the tape and a match |
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West when I fly I take the exit o'... |
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And guess what I saw |
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Two fools at the light, they stared me up |
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But I just look 'em in the eye and I say, \"Wassup?\" |
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And even though I really don't want no trouble |
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I got thirty-one replies to bust your bubble |
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I don't really wanna hurt nobody |
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So I keeps on rollin' on my way to the party |
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I just wanna kick it, yeah, that's the ticket |
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Pass me the cup so we can get twisted |
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-chorus- |
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[L.V:] |
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I'm rollin with my homies, yeah... |
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'Said we'd yak all night, yeah yeah... |
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I roll up to the party and I'm straight old bent |
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And 'catchin' me a freak was my intent |
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There's a whole pack o' rats' ass standin' in the front |
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So I drops the ass and let the sistas bump |
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Here comes one now, she's on the tip |
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She says she likes the way my woofers kick |
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But I don't fall in love with every girl I see |
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So I pass up two and go straight to three |
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She got a ass like the back of a bus, cuz |
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And that's why I say... |
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I let her hit my twenty, got straight to the point |
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Wassup? Do you wanna kick it or what? |
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I ain't got time to be frontin', I ain't talkin' 'bout nuttin' Just a little sumpin' sumpin' |
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If you're fine and you won't front |
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I don't wanna be your man, but I'll hook you up. |
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-repeat chorus twice- |
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[L.V:] |
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Yes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin' |
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Yes I'm rollin' with my homies |
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Yes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin', |
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Rollin' with my homies... ooohhh... |
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[etc.] |
