Damn, this a bitch
We aint gotta motherfuckin thing
Ring CJ do what he doin in Cali-for-ni-a
(Hello?)
Hey, wuz up nigga, its Face
(What up Fizzace?)
Feelin Im gone come fuck wit you
(Come on down loco)
Ai, please have some bitches, please
(Ha ha ha) Ha ha ha
Locc, I been hustlin all week
Tonights the night I dips n try to step up in a freak
I call this ho named Tiki, she got homies we can twist
All we needs some chronic and a motherfuckin fifth
Is you wit me locc?
Whats mine is yours and whats yours is mines
When Im in Houston you be treatin me fine
I scoop you up in L.A.X. around 6
I scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in these tricks
Its Friday night
Two players in a black 5-0-0
Slidin down the shore, gettin at every fly ho
Im wit my homey, aint nobody set trippin
Drops my shit off at his house and then we kept flippin
Now see yknow your nigga dont sleep
Homey enough and see
Well, hand your nigga some heat
So I can feel warm in these cold ass L.A. streets
Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby
Its Friday night
Straight sellin with my Texas G
Stayin sucka free as I L-O-C
Its Friday night
Two players on a hoodrat chase
You niggas cant see me and you cant see my nigga Face
First thang we do is hit the club
Im seein hella bitches in the corners tryin to show your homey love
This bitch is fly as a bird
And gotta ass that could swang from California all the way up thru
Pittsburgh
Hold up locc (What?)
I know that flea
She been out n club hoppin since 83 (Aint this a bitch)
And the bitch is still hoin
See, get at broke bitch and fake smile and keep strollin locc (Riiiight!)
See them busters in the corner, they dont like my hood
I dont like their hood so it aint all good
So keep ya eyes on em
Cos if it ??? ??? line, we gotta slide on em
Ride on em
I gots no problem kickin dust up wit punk ass little busters
Who wants to try to buck us, we grab these guns and bust em
I gots that tena millimetre in tha parkin lot
Fuck em locc, we gots some bitches at the Mariott
You motherfuckers better chill
Before you fuck around and lose and get your cap peeled
Jumps on the elevator, hops off the six floor
Knocks on the door of room 604
Gets greeted by the biggest pair of thighs you wanna see
With a pair just like a *?mona?* homegirl G
See, vee like the mix and vee like the twist of em
Face, you can hit it first and then we can switch
It aint no fun if my homey cant twist a bitch
Ill dare ya ass to try to run that 2PAC shit
I goes high-ho silver like the fuckin Moan Ranger
Playin heres out my dick inside a total fuckin stranger
You fuckin with a Texas cowboy, I puts it down boy
You ready for the second go (You know it!)
I go two or three hours and Im sendin these bitches off on their way
(See ya!) Yous a fool CJ!
(Nigga, how you like the southern California freakin?)
Dogg, Ill be back every motherfuckin weekend
Its Friday night
Straight sellin with my Texas OG
Stayin sucka free as I L-O-C
Its Friday night
You motherfuckers better lay back
(Cos you cant see that Face)
Or its just the nigga C-Mack
Yeah Mr Scarface and CJ Mack
Puttin in much work for Rap-A-Lot and Rap-A-Lot West for the 9-5
You motherfuckers better stay down
Cos yall punks couldnt see us with ultrasound
Coward
You motherfuckers couldnt see us with glasses on
He he, yknowhutImsayin?
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