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(feat. The Whoridas) [Whoridas member] What's up, what's up, let's ride Jump in the passenger side on the 4th of July Hella saucy and fly, didn't grind that day I just wanted to play And smoke with the bitches Throw phrases at bitches Get play from the bitches Man, it was major bitches At the ( ? ) fair Ass was over here, over there I had to stop and strare Take a joint from my ear Tell this bitch to come here Let's breathe And we even tricked the cops, though smell of the weed That's when they grabbed my sleeve Told me it's time to leave But what's next, "You're under arrest" So grabbed the fuckin cop and slapped him on his fuckin bullet-proof vest In the process lost a shoe, ripped a hole in my Guess That's what the fuck I get for smokin Mexican stress [Whoridas member] Letras de cancionesI'm at the bar doin big shit Gettin big lip My niggaz, dig this A few cats lookin like they wanna get with So I give 'em a chance real quick I'm real swift It's the Wild Wild West, ask Will Smith ( ? ) that blew the brain For foul-snitchin the game I know my nigga Dre would do the same So I ain't trippin on a motherfuckin thang Sit back shinin like a diamond ring Niggaz wanna see me hang So I'm upside down About to clown Real gangsta shit lost and found Kidnapped, blast in the back of the dome Mash in a Brougham Flashin on the phone I'm yelllin niggaz be tellin Flowin like water from a melon The seeds we spit, the seeds we sellin From a westbound felon Fuckin up your party not carin From a westbound felon Fuckin up your party not carin From a westbound felon [Verse 3: Mac Dre] I'm at a concert high and perved and a bad bitch next to me Blown back off cognac, that bomb green and ecstacy Bitches is buggin, niggaz is muggin But bitches is lovin cause niggaz is thuggin These niggaz start nuttin in the corner by the speaker My beeper's goin off like crazy The scene is hazy, no time to be lazy Got to stay on my toes, all of a sudden these hoes Come out of nowhere and grab this nigga They stab this nigga, I'm mad this nigga Didn't have nothin in his pockets when I ran through em My plans is ruined, what is it I'm doin? Link's on the flo' - no, it's not Stupid motherfucker done dropped his Rolex watch Put it in my pocket, proceeded to the exit That's when this bitch I knew from the hood came through in this Lexus I seen these other niggaz beatin down this one fool I said, "Here come the police, y'all better run, fool" Soon as I said that the police drew down on us all Now I'm at the county jail with just one phone call Ain't that a bitch, weak-ass night All fucked up behind a weak-ass fight From Letras Mania