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V-Town, brother check it out, I'm by the dope town Dick in hand, you shoulda had your toke down A little city, chillin' in the North Bay Needless to say, my boyz don't play fool Yo que sabo, you know how the songs goes? In the back, sippin' purple chongos Don't look for trouble but it always seems to find us, forty Gripin' panties, sippin, and the seats are right behind us Quick left, one blow, K O Hit the road to the next episode In the saga of a few fellows Oh, what the hell, I guess I better tell ya It's Friday night, I got a brand new kick on I bet they're heedin' for me to get bent on Hit the country of the picked up ML Eighty West, back to the hotel At the tele, bones is doing butt work Johnny Ziti had his hand up her miniskirt The late in the corner started to flirt And I knew that when she saw me baby doll was gonna jaw me Set for the night so I took her to my ride Grab my Mickey's and my boda and I met her outside Who-ride [Incomprehensible] I'd like to do this honey to the triple gold Z's Acid in my bottle, so I gotta get some more Put the pedal to the metal back to the liquor store 'Cause you know what I mean when I'm feelin' kinda funky A sick honky, straight going donkey Money in my sock, jimmy in my glove Layin' in the livin', cause I'm about to make good love And burn rubber up the block Back to the tele, I gotta get some new cock Oh now, could it be? I just got a page an' a broad wanna do me Hooked it up, told her meet me at the hotel She had a friend with her so I called TL Smooth me up, Sally wanted me dicked And Monty licked, so try an' make it real quick Oh yeah, I jumped in the F-train But wait a minute, we gotta hit the store main I got to get some gum and some Tic-Tac's Two tall cans and a packet of Blackjack We got the goods, now we're headed for the hoe down There goes the tele, so fella won't you slow down Park the ride in front like a sick one Just in case, we gotta bust a quick one Lock the load [Incomprehensible] one eighteen But law low, 'cause I really don't wanna be seen Is this the one? Oh, yeah, that's the right one I got the black bod and you got the white one So hit the light an', I just might man Try an' throw this thing all night an' Get her so strung, that she'll drop some melt So I can catch turf and hit another hotel
Writer(s): James Andrew Trujillo, John Anthony Zunino, Timothy Michael Lyon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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