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summertime cookouts and wintertime flights It ain't nothing, we hearing shots all night Ford Taurus pulls up everybody run White boys jump out, running wit they guns, 5-0, 5-0 Ford Taurus leave, everybody came back, hey

Struttin' her stuff on the street She said, ?hello, hey jo, you wanna give it a go? ? oh! uh huh Chorus: Giuchie, giuchie, ya ya dada (hey hey hey)

, the cops gonna block the street Man who the hell cares? Just don't stop the beat No time to sleep, yo it's on tonight K-C, you feeling me right? 2-0-0-0

.X. around 6 I scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in these tricks It's Friday night Two players in a black 5-0-0 Slidin' down the shore

same old story - - of a man and his search for glory And he found it, there underneath the bottle Things are never good, things go from bad to weird Hey

Boy! Oh, killing softly and I'm still falling Still the one I need, I just wanna be with you Oh, you got me open, don't ever let me go Say you0ll roll

be troubles along the way Nobody told me nothin, nobody told me nothin, nothin Well, well, ohh, ohhhh, ohhhhhh, oahh-ohhhh Well, ay-heyyy, ay-hey, we-

her things she used to do and oh I got just what you need Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain You heard it here first Nappy Boy Radio We love you Hey, she

on it. *(Brownstone)* Oh, oh, ohhh. Oh, oh, ohh, hey. Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)* Uh. Niggaz be havin the mutha fuckin blues, like 5-0-5's I won