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(feat. P.S.D. & Mac Lee) [Verse 1: P.S.D.] I told they: Good is pee´as We just don´t give a shit ´bout that huch If you ain´t blowin´ don´t touch Orum, capulatin´, Playa-Hatas get baddered Get a suck ass to the pisa and the rest don´t matter Hoochie, Kochie, came down for Uchie, tryin´ to clown y´all Get sourround in Hammer Southpark re-see downer N... 2Deep and Manish come about them pantses On the table, on the frigidy, on the couch, on the canvas Uhmm... Assholes and ellbows - Tell hoes it´s pimpy Gon´ play a huch till I die, so go arach from respect me Crew thanger, Hoo Banger, Bad braw breathness And devide hoes like the Looies - Playa shit forever I took a flight to Ohio High - oh Selver header, young sister, but a hoe Chick is grabbed to a liver Give a fuck Live it up Lil Huch don´t hide it devide it Make a wooooord Letras de canciones [Verse 2: Mac Lee] Ohh Best my touch upon the scrill´ Fo´ real Servin´ comebacks Because they seem to love it Oh, feel nickle thang, relate it Captain saver Never huch and trust homie Shake and fake some phonies Got the Poni-es Whizzahs! On the po-one H-Spotter Then I got her All up in her face She´s straight lace It´s paper chase and taxes to the thirdy And dressed to impress if the tram-bitch worthy Don´t "Sir" me No, Biatch Please... I´ma trees with my cuddies If it ain´t hoes then it´s money Act funny if you wanna Up in the corner to the Country-Club, Cressside Californiaaaaa I told you, though, you hit it hoe, The cloud, If your lungs stick Coo´ thang niggers ain´t down with that dumb shit Not one bitch but two hoes Big banks and new clothes It´s tha path I choose, fo´ real, no so choose yours! [Verse 3: Jay Tee] Up in a big, blown caddy nine-lighter seville We ridd´n right on the side and playa fo´ real I got´s to skill So tear it off, kick down, break bread P.S.D., Mac Lee, Jay Tee - shake phaaat International player try´na pass go Bitch give me your cashflow and everythin I ask fo´ I make the grass grow greener Just a little cleaner then the average V-Town savage This can be lavage Plushed out ice-cold 8.1 ain´t the nice pay - the prize is sold So let you pin the loadem in a moudy Gett´n rowdy Cousin´ rockets Three motherfuckers about they pay talkin´ shit all day As up fo´ sho´ we gon´ stay´a Go to bay´a Been take a brought down on our way´a... Hmmm [Outro: Jay Tee] Yeah, you know A motherfucker gon´ get payed, partner The gorgers So we hit the strip The dick gon´ grind And the mouthpiece will shine So chock this up as a confirm for kill By 3 real motherfuckin´ players From Letras Mania