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[Chorus:]

Just another day, selling ice cream in the bay 
And fools trying to get him for his pay 
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
'cause she say I make her feel wanted and by the way she never met nobody like me 
At the Graft and laugh makin her stare at things 
Cutty Cal Grese Chris
Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ
Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ
on the weekend talked your way out of a first date.
Said your uncle was famous, by then it was too late.
Spit shine your black luck now, baby.
Fall asleep
grinding out the trunk getting hella cash
B-Legit man, E-40 dude
Del and Heiro got their start up under Cube
Love to my Bay Area fam
'93 Til Infinity is
e'rybody in here can stop snorin'
Yo where the safe Money unlock it, pull it out your pocket
Ben Banniker Bay with the Al Morrocan
Black Thought
e'rybody in here can stop snorin'
Yo where the safe Money unlock it, pull it out your pocket
Ben Banniker Bay with the Al Morrocan
Black Thought on capitals
and get 'em off the wall
So everybody in here can stop snorin

Yo where the safe Money unlock it, pull it out your pocket
Ben Banniker Bay with the Al
your cleavage bounce
The Founding Fathers would've been hot and bothered
Watching boomdizzle, you know what I'm talking about

From Philadelphia
my drawers show
And let them get so low
That I can let my funk fling out
I'm talking about when the nuns get naughty
When father hits the forty
(Shhh,
you gotta do is
Pop, lock, and drop it

But baby don't stop it, we can do it like Chris Brown girl and get it poppin'
Man I'm a pro, look I'm far from
Hamburger Helper 
Nigga you want to take us like desert sketch, I leave you scared
Nigga I got a partna by the name of Chris, that's Redd
People say I got
could tell by her moaning
In the morning in the morning

I know things could get all crazy
But you made it from the hating
I know, I know

Girl you
high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said

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