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[j-ro]
I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly
Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly
Digga b was in the front so he let me through the door
I never get frisked so i pack a forty-four
Straight to the bar, can i get a rum and coke?
The whole club was filled with the indo smoke
E-swift was scratchin, tash was hoe catchin
I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin
So king tee was baggin, the nigga threat was braggin
Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in
Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep
Peep, e-swift shoe em how we creep
[e-swift]
Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall
Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol
Starin at your chest, and i can only guess
Lord have mercy what's up under that adidas dress
Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice
Stick around and watch us rock the mic device
She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled
I don't think i'm large so she didn't bust my bubble
It's the liks baby where your girlfriends at
She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back
No sweat, i'll go out and get em
Hooked it up for noid and tash to get with em
Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin