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Non fiction baby, Non fiction ', free stoney Stoney and Prince G, baby, you know what it is When we hit the scene, bitches staring from a distance They peepin' the fit, cause y'all know I keep it crisp Bulldog on my waist, so these fools won't get to trippin You know how we dippin', Mike and Scottie Pippen We the best duo to do it, this is gangsta meets pimpin And as the night goes on, I get more liquor in my system And I do my lil' dance because I start to feel the rhythm See this lil' thing standin' five foot flat Lil' waist n' petite, but lil' mama got back And so I rap, what's happenin', how you doin', where you from Said she from East Los said she from the slums Said you smell like good gas, why don't we go smoke some So I roll one up, and we put it in the air Hit the dance floor, aroma stuck up in her hair Ooh wee, the way she move that thang on me Got me feelin' lil' mama might be made for me I got my hands up in the air, one of em' holdin' henny The homies shootin' dice with nothin' lower than a 20 And I got plenty in my pocket, I might fuck around and shake em Hit em' with a 7-11 and watch me break em And today was a motherfuckin' good day And it's blastin' out the speaker, tell em' turn me up DJ No doubt I'm the coldest, I got Antarctic vibes Whole gang with me, all I need is my guys And like the Middle East, watch me get stoned alive Girl, it's your birthday, so let's party I do my two-step, you could grind on me Rick James the anthem, celebration Pick your poison, fuck hesitation, what you wanna do Drink, smoke, dr - drink, smoke Drink, smoke, dr - drink, smoke Drink, smoke, dr - drink, smoke Drink, smoke, dr - drink, smoke Soon as we walk in, things start movin' slow motion Prince G and Mr. Stoney got that take your bitch potion Bouncers look away cause I'm in my own hood So I get right through, no problems or inspections It's best to get back when it comes to baby mama Drama, snatch her up like an interception It's best not who you're facing, suit matches the complexion You know I got that heat , I ain't talking insulation I love my weed strong, we smoke that Hercules So now this beat has got these bitches bouncing like a trampoline (GO!) On the dance floor, two-step, like a gangster do Mob state of mind , Teflon, to repel the hate All these vatos mad cause I'm little But I got two plus the bitches that they came with Got me covered like, ( all state) Only five seven, but you couldn't fill shoes I've been through hell and back, girl, I did it just for you We hit the v.I.p I, take shots straight tequila It's Mr. Fresh and Clean, E-L-S-T-O-N-E-Y Status reaches the sky, Ironic that I stay high These busters act like levas , status barley knee high We blowin up like bee hives, exotica sativa Got yo bitch actin Western, she straddle screamin (Yee haw) Cause can't no cliqua do it how we do it in my street Yeah, it's your birthday, mami, but these prices just for me These bitches on my huevos like Easter Watch me get stoned to the death like middle easterns Go, Girl, it's your birthday, so let's party I do my two-step, you can grind on me Rick James the anthem, celebration Pick your poison, fuck hesitation, what you wanna do Drink, smoke, dr - drink, smoke Drink, smoke, dr - drink, smoke Drink, smoke, dr - drink, smoke Drink, smoke, dr - drink, smoke