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Lyricist: N.W.A
Lyrics:
Ok niggas, you got one call Get up, bitch, you fat mother fucker Let me call my home boy and get us out 7, 3, 2, 9, 6, 3 god damn I hope this nigga at home Hello! Hey, what's up man? What's up homie? Aww man, these mother fuckers got us down In this god damn jail, man No shit Hell yeah, man we was like rollin' and shit We was lookin' for some bitches So we pulled up on like four fine hoes, man And you know, I didn't know the mother fuckin' bitches Was prostitutes man and they was police, ain't that a bitch? (Oh man) Hey man where was you'll at? Man we was on Hollywood, in the Hollywood man Lookin' at some bitches, bitches was bad Then a mother fucker Man, don't tell my woman, man 'Cause I don't want her to know what the fuck's goin' on, you know? And fuck up for me man 'cause I ain't supposed to be ridin' on no bitches You know all the pussy I get anyway (yeah, word man) Who was you with, man? Man I was with Yellow, Ren, Dre you know man Man all them nigga with you Yeah, you know (man ain't that a bitch) Niggas was out tryna get they thing wet You know what I'm sayin' (yeah) Man fuck it, I'll just let you talk to Ren He can tell you a little bit better then I can, shit Hold up
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