Here we go  here we go as the tune starts to bloom
 With a phat  phat  phat cho re eus
 1 2 3 if this is O.G.
 The freaks would ya move ya boo ty yys
 The getto jam is about to slam
 With some notes from the diggady d e
 As I key what's really goin on
 Would ya reminisce with me e
 Saturday morning  just gettin up
 With a hangover  smellin like a fuck
 I really can't remember cause I'm still kinda fady
 so I close my eyes and thank God that i made it
 Now I'm gettin flashbacks of some O.J.
 With a green glass that says Tanqueray
 Took it to the hand gulped it down with the quickness
 Now I need a bitch so i can handle my business
 What do you know, a freak's in my reach
 threw her on the flo, suckin in her deep
 She's screamin and she's screamin and she's screamin
 Gettin horrors, but then I busted a nut, and that was that
 so kick the chorus
 -Chorus-
 My homies are down, chillin in the hood
 Nuthin my bitches, but thet ain't no good
 to another man well she might be some good cat
 But the homies in the hood label her as a hood rat
 She's scared to love
 So those with game can fuck
 And ooh, she'll pound yo ass real fast, if your quick enough
 And when your in that thi-ing
 She'll make that nigga si-ng
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 But you don't hear me doe
 Ain't nuthin wrong with being a Trojan man, when ya ridin
 So let's kick the chorus please if ya lyin
 -Chorus-
 My homey's clownin in his doped yellow chevy
 Too O.D.'ed to be dropped
 Kenwood's kickin out the funky big trunk
 Clean with the rag on top, yeah
 Rollin down the store, guess what we saw, some bitches
 The finest one is on my nuts, she's blowing kisses
 So I approached the freak of the week
 And I played it like a game of blackjack
 And for all that ass that she towed in around
 Well I offered a backpack
 And since I'm a mack
 Well you know how the story goes
 So all ya hoes and their bros here we go
 -Chorus-
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