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go Go Fabo go, Fabo go, go Fabo go, Fabo go Fo' the old folks, po' folks, what's in the drawer pro You don't really want none, 'cause it ain't No baby
my head to my feet I cant feel my face so please don`t speak You wanna know what we do when the club get packed Toss my set raise my shirt show that tat
[Diverse] My mind compliance like a science Analyze my data, not a fader on the face of the earth Can blend rhythms like my will, surreal spinnin Ever
let's get shit in order Baby mama that's a whole another story Both too young, both too horney Cell phone rung, but I didn't anwser Check my voice mail, my
I'd do, baby That I never never never never never thought I'd do, baby In the rain, yeah, whoa, the rain Aw, forgot about raindrops Falling on my face
m just chillin in my Coupe (what?) chillin in my Coupe (what?) I'm chillin in my Coupe with my chick on the side I'm just chillin in my Coupe (what?)
in the caravan I clap up your hood like the hammer man Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close Scared to clap better strap your folks (Strap your folks
' that candy, drinkin' that brandy Livin' that turf, like me and my family Pimp tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cent Bustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent Me and my folks
hoes and thugs In ghettoes and clubs that get crunk, for my homies locked down To whoever hurtin' in the hood and ballers with 22's on big trucks To my
Father D, Dope D, Tony T, the motherfuckin' Dangerous Crew And that's the drop from the dime, we'll change the groove Just to sample the funk, beeyatch {That's right, my
hoe's You supposed to be a virgin 'til you marry But teenage girls find it normal to carry a baby Babies havin' babies Rappers like me always disrespectin
the ghetto) Hollywood! Havin money in the ghetto I got money baby, just tell me the price 'Cause Short Dog ain't nuttin nice I always hit the town wit my
cadillac's When homeboys put vogues on any car With 6 by 9's smoking burners Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
frontin' on my real cool friends My zodiac sign is a Taurus the bull I drink old English, and I do get full If you're wondering why I don't stop my
, he called on me We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P Met him unlocked doors, off my keys Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially Man he broke bread with me, my
I got the Lord in my life not 'cuz religion But the fact was a nigga had dreams an visions Never listened to grown folks I did my own thang So mutha
my yay an' shit slugs Fuck task, it's a must, I bubble So many rocks in my jaw, I feel like Barney Rubble I got my pager an; my bus pass Grab my Avion