MOMMA I KNOW YOU SAID YOU WANTED
 A RECORD THAT YOU COULD LISTEN TO
 WITH NO CUSSING AND SHIT.I
 TRIED BUT I STILL GOTTA DO THIS.

 JINGA JINGA WE GOT THE LINGA WITH
 SO MUCH HEAT ITS HARD FOR US TO
 PICK THE FIRST SINGER.IT DONT
 MATTER CUZ IM UNDERGROUD ANYWAYS
 .RICH, BALD,BITCH CALLED AND FLY
 ANYWAYS. YOU DIRTY NIGGAZ YALL
 TOO WACK TO DANCE.YALL NEED TO
 EASE OFF THAT DANCE BEFORE YALL
 SPLIT YALL'S PANT.LEAVE IT UP
 TO MY YOUNG NIGGAZ,YOUNG FLY
 NIGGAZ GETTING DOWN, DO OR DIE
 NIGGAZ,DONT TRY NIGGAZ.I CHANGE
 MY MIND I DONT WANT YOUR BITCH.
 BECAUSE SORRY ASS WOMEN JUST DONT GET
 RICH. YOU CAN KEEP HER.I RATHER
 HAVE A FIFI BAG CUZ ITS CHEAPER.
 YOU CANT COME UP FOR AIR KNOW I
 GETS DEAPER.AND MY HOLD IS SO
 COLD ITS A SLEAPER SO PASS THE
 REAFER. AND TO YALL FALSE BALLING
 NIGGAZ GRAB YALL'S CROTCHES.BUT
 IF YOU PAID NIGGAZ JUST PAT YALL POCKETS.

 AND FOR SURE (YEAH)YOU GOT YOUR
 I GOTS MINE AND WERE BALLING
 (THATS RIGHT) SO CALL UP EVERYBODY.
 (WHAT ARE WE DOING)LETS PITCH IN ON
 A PARTY. FO SURE YOU GOT I GOTS MINE
 AND WERE BALLING(LIKE A MUTHAFUCKER)
 SO CALL UP EVERYBODY.
 LETS PITCH IN ON A PARTY.

 SOME BODY BRING THE POTATO
 SALAD AND LETS TAKE A BALLID.
 AND WHO GONNA INVITE THE HOES
 THAT MAKE THE PARTY VALID?
 CUZ WE DONT NEED A WHOLE CRIB
 FULL OF DUDE'S AGAIN.AND THEN
 HERE COME THE POLICE WITH THEM
 BIG BLACK BIG BOOTS AGAIN(DAMN.
 KICKING NIGGAZ OUT,HAND CUFFING
 AND STUFFING JACKING AND KICKING
 IN THERE MOUTH.AND TRYING TO START
 BITCHEN CUZ SOMEBODY ROLLED UP BUD
 IN A BLUNT AND WONT PASS THE SHIT.
 WHO KEEP TURNING THE LIGHTS OFF?
 AND WHY THE MUSIC KEEP SKIPPIN?
 AND WHY THESE DIRTY KACKI NIGGAZ
 KEEP TRIPPIN? I DONT KNOW IM QUICK
 BUT IM STILL DELIGHTED.500 DOLLARS
 WORTH OF WHITE STAR ABOUT TO HIDE
 CUZ YOU AINT DRINKING MY UP BETTER
 DRINK THAT E&J,Paul Mason,AND THE REST
 OF THAT WINE UP.
 YOU PARTY HATERS NEED TO STOP IT.
 I THINK WE REALLY ABOUT TO PAT YALL POCKETS

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 HEY BABY MY GIRLFRIEN LEFT ME
 TODAY SO WITCH ONE OF YOU Old RAGGEDY
 ASS BITCHES WANT TO COME UP IN
 HERE AND PLAY?THATS WHAT MY HOMIE
 TOLD HER TRYING TO COP THE CANCOON
 THEN I CAUGHT HIM HUNCHING IN MY
 DOWNSTAIRS BATHROOM,AND IN THE
 KITCHEN,AND UP IN THE DACEFLOOR,
 BY THE BIG SCREEN T.V, WHERE YOUR
 PANTS GO? MAN YOU NIGGAZ I SWEAR
 I TRY TO THROW YALL A RAGGEDY ASS
 PARTY BUT YALL DONT EVEN CARE.CIGGARETS
 BURN IM MY PLUSH, EMPTY BEER BOTTLES IN
 THE BUSH.AND MY BITCH ACTING LIKE A LUSH.
 BOY WHAT ELSE COULD GO WRONG SOMEONE TO
 KICK THE EXTENSION CORD OUT OF THE
 (OOH YALL GOTTA SOME OF THE CLUMSIEST MUTHAFU)
 TO THE SOUNDS. KNOW ITS ON. YALL
 DONE FUCKED UP,GET OUT,GET ON,
 SPEED UP,NIGGA,GET UP,TAKE YOUR
 WEED HOME,YEAH NIGGA, THE DRUNK
 NIGGA SAID IT.YOUR POCKETS
 THATS WHERE IM HEADED.

 CHORUS
 TILL IT FADES