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Spill on the bottom away, but it's okay, huh
It's a Saturday

Now let's all get baked like Anita

Watch Mr. Lawnge, don't look at the peter

Feel
okay, huh
It's a Saturday

Now let's all get baked like Anita

Watch Mr. Lawnge, don't look at the peter

Feel on the fun, I'll feel on the

Hey, watch
rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
But we still get together
rollin' ten deep
And shove this shoe up in your shit far as ten feet
Creep by creep cause I'm in this shit deep
Never ever caught slippinn' bitch cause I
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake

It's
rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away

But we still get together
a hustle is a hustle and a meal is a meal 
That's why I'm real and I ain't afraid to steal 
Straight from the street, backed up by a funky beat 
If you
t close up 
you probably got sum D's
but my spokes be gold n
you probably got sum  dimes bro 
but mine be swole up 
you probably got sum rhymes
but pimpin
Western Union through mix
Hoes got the pick up straight back and no stoppin'
And watch out for the bird
Cause they just might got the word
Who runs to West
Check this
I excel, they fell, I said, well, hell
L can yell or make 'em melt like gel
I signed the contracts that buils up stacks
Play the wall
murder, it's foul murder 
Turkeys to cowburgers the code to I'll murder
Child if you style or wild splurge
Stay away OK, Mr Giles'll hurt you

I ain't