Until they turn reddish, and satisfy my fetish Fuck the backseat I'm tryin' to smack cheeks My nose tryin' to be with those when the doors close foolĮxactly. One of them got their toes blue, coochie shaved, so cool We tryin' to get these chicks upstairs, see what we can cook up Yo, why y'all bein' responsible and shit? We gotta hook up 'Least I can do is help you clean it up cousin She said she was a virgin to the brown, never splurged in the townīut she's down, cause you got her all moist, like the Rolls Royce backseat What you mean my dad's room? Nigga is you crazy?Īnd what's up with them glasses, what'cha eye kinda lazy?Īnyways we gotta clean that shit up out the backseatīut first what's up with that blonde, you think she I'm caught up in a twist, now I'm tryin' to fix it I'm caught up in a twist, and I'm tryin' to fix shit We got weed and some shrooms, is it cool to use your dad's room? My girl urled in your backseat, but yo it's cool I brought the whole strip club with me, we bout to spark it Turned the water grey, I would stay and help you clean upīut the neighbors say police are comin', I'm bout to G upīeep, beep, beep! Yo, I'm back MURS, where should I park it? Humpty took a cruise, and barbeque pit went in the pool Is your dad's Rolls blue? Cause I got bad news Mental note: lock the garage, hide the keys to dad's RollsĬause it's outta control, this bitch is taking off her clothes I mean three's company, but four cars makes a party Man I'm sick of this I shouldn'ta told nobody Known for gettin' mad drunk and gettin' all belligerent It's not that he's dumb, he's just wild and he's ignorant The only fool dumb enough to flunk his P.E. Man I don't believe you brought this nigga man I heard about his ass I'll clean it up before your folks come home, yo where they at? 'Ey cat, you wanna hit this? Oops I shouldn'ta did that Y'all got liquor? Come on, Trina! Yo this house is fat What's up yo? Pardon me, but I gots to go, where the bathroom at? She wanna hump me, yo that's my brother Humpty Yo, what's the deal MURS? First things first, you couldn'ta hit meĪt a better time, them four cars behind me, they with meĪll women, all dimes, the redhead she's mine That I knew from up the block, he walked in and said: It was my homeboy Shock, a mellow type of fellow I was doin' my thang until the doorbell rang I was rappin' in the mirror, I was knowin' every verse Song at the time, let's just say it was MURS Singing to the beat of my favorite underground So I had the music up and was runnin' around See, had the place to myself, my parents went outta town
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