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[Chorus:] I got my hands in my pocket My hats real low I'm to kool to dance I just rock [x3] I'm on the edge of the dance flo Drank in my cup I'm to kool to dance I just rock [x3] [Verse:] Friday night bout a quarter to 12 My benz outside and I'm ready to bail My line'n on fresh and my shades channel Gotta be so flyy in that stl I hear da dogs bark cause I got dat mail Before I go grabed da pumper and a box of l's Pulled out the drive way on my cell Say he bout to meet me on [? ] For da chicks got the sean john smell good I know the thugs out so I'm keepn it hood You can mug lil dirty but I wish you would The real do what they want the fake do what they could some chicks rolled up in range and thangs Lookin like they ready so I asked dey names They knew who I was now they lookin strange We on our way to the club and I don't play no games [Chorus] From Letras Mania