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[feat. Hot & Laroo T.H.H.] [Verse 1: E-40] Uh! Let me go and knock my verse down and beat this track back This one of em party starters mane make the party crack I'm in the vocal vuze right now with my plastic cup filled to the rim Bout to head out to the club and try to knock some new tramp What'chu mean new tramp? Some twenty-one of that bitch see I don't know what they be puttin' in the water nowadays but white girls got big booties Ain't no color line I'm color blind let me stop lying mister We all created equal but I prefer a sister Like baby girl right there she gotta big ole cha-donka-donk She probably workout three times a week and eat what the fuck she want You got your thumper on you my nig just in case we get into some funk? Naw remember they tided me down I put it back in the trunk Well I got mine on me homie, and if I have to I'll shoot Well I don't think I'm a sucka they better not hip, bip or boot Fuck all of the VIP let's order some drinks and sit at the bar I'm a reckless street nigga everybody wanna be a superstar [Chorus: E-40] Pushin' up, bring it down Side to side, round and round I'm high off the ground Letras de cancionesI'm try'na take her to the telly and pound This thang yankin' Yankin' yankin' yankin' yankin' Yankin' Yankin' yankin' yankin' yankin' This thang yankin' [Verse 2: Hot] Neck full of jewelry tell a playa haters hello Pull up in that Porsche painted Japanese yellow (Yellow?) Yeah pimp yellow Fuck what the kids she can lose that other fellow Pocket full of money and I'm a keep it all I ain't make ya shit rain tell ya bitch to get a job The boy with the X is not goin have it with the crew I'm fly everyday like I run for Jet Blue Yeah I step in the place with the pumper on my waist The jack boys coming but my goons on the case Let the V.I.P. in the middle of the party y'all Neck full of chains got me looking like the Marty Grove I'm in it with the street niggas chill with the hustlers Got love from the hood so you bet not touch us The dudes that I'm witting, yeah they the truce They don't raps they troops I just bring em out to shoot [Chorus: E-40] [Verse 3: Laroo T.H.H.] This thang yankin' First, hard-headed gas through a HD board Instantly transpire the bitches so therefores I doin a fif fast to show up in long hair Outta cable that caught in the groupie here Got yank, the party ain't notice splice Married to the game nigga you should throw a rice Thick and thin, thin and thick The direction should pick the torment how life detorse (it's fully yours) T double H... She want releventing real I'm the one that'cha see Got us mango lick, Monty too exotic They know my game persurb (what'chu do) in bomb it [Chorus: E-40] From Letras Mania