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Yo //
I done been from Jersey to Brooklyn //
Done been through Queens where the crooks hang //
Done been on tour doing group thangs //
‘Cause I’m always tasting that pootang //
Really love it when a girl got a cute name //
Got a cute attitude and a cute frame //
Got a big ass butt, breasts, and no brain //
Them things make a nigga want to shoot game //
Now check it, I done been through a few thangs //
Done seen a lot more than some loose change //
Always been open minded to new thangs //
Been a Hip-Hop nigga since youth man //
Beat-box and break-dance too man //
Used to do electric boogaloos man //
Do Egyptian love with two hands //
I remember when I lived down south, yo //
In a hot ass one story house, yo //
Where the A.C. was always going out, yo //
Sometime spend a whole day outdoors //
We had a block-party, barbeque //
Eating food, in the pool //
Music got us in that mood //
Everybody act a fool //
I’ma tell you like this man //
Every night I go down to the city man //
To the gentlemen’s club where my niggas hang //
Them stripper chicks know how to strip man //
DJ’s be spinning them hits man //
Play the Cash-Money clique and the Jigga man //
Them hoes be thick but sick man //
Every stripper think a mother fucking rich man //
Like Sisqo, the R&B singing man //
Think I got a bank account with a million man //
Case of Crystal cost about six grand //
Bitch better get a less expensive brand //
Got to stick to the budget when I trick, man //
How about ten dollars for a sip, man? //
My whole dance for a ten dollar tip, man //
Still waiting on my royalty check, man //
How about a rain-check next time, yo? //
How about a handful of coupons, yo? //
How about tickets to my next five shows //
Turn around, let me test that behind, yo //
I love a fine ho //

Girl, why you trying to get loud, screaming lies //
Acting surprised, rolling your eyes //
You act like a nigga done committed a crime //
You know my elbow just brushed your thigh //
Now them guys, twice my size //
Trying to throw a nigga like me outside //
I be up in this club all the time //
But it’s the first time that I crossed the line //
Damn girl, why you so mean to me? //
You know I can’t leave, I done lost my keys //
Don’t throw me out, Mr. Bouncer, please //
Let me take the girl up to V.I.P. //
She was just playing ‘cause I’m low on cheese //
Look at it, she only got eyes on me //
They bloodshot red, so she’s smoking weed //
You know how these stripper chicks love to tease //
I think I left my cell phone back at my seat //
I had a couple of drinks and I need a receipt //
Follow me to the bathroom to pee //
I keep about three G’s in my briefs //
Damn baby boy, you done ripped my sleeve //
I ain’t trying to beef, give me room to breath //
Why I got to leave, tell me what I done? //

God damn girl, give a nigga some love //
I’m all out of dubs but I’ll give you some ones //

Lyrics submitted by p609

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