Yo, I my ride on the left side I'm feeling kind a-ight I know That my stupid ass is get drunk tonight
A view to the backyard My boys are all So high 5's everywhere, a well smell
the inside so who got the endo I wanna know 'cause my brain so So I followed the fog the heart of the party
Palmer with a blunt and a glass of Bacardi Yo, all good but something is missing I don't know what it is and I to go pissing
But there's knocking at the door And right now I'm looking at a girl that I never saw before Right about now I start to
Oh, it, my eyes are ready see her bare and Kane says Ronnie Braz, what you're do? I better go and relax and get myself brew
Whooo, hey, yo, chick is the bomb, y'all Whooo, hey, yo, chick is the bomb
Somebody tell me what her is Somebody tell me what the number of this is Does she got a man or is she creeping on a tip Yo, take a at her hips, I try to lick my lips
But my tongue to weigh a ton And I to myself, you've got to talk to her Ron, yo It's easier than done but I'm a do it It's a hard job I'm a go it
So come on, baby, we gotta It's too noisy in here so let's go for a walk My homies as we passed And said, "Did a nice job Mr. Braz"
We're strictly for my car And thank the holy Lord that my way that far 'Cause Mr. Braz on a mission And I will tell this girl it's like to go fishing
and this chick on the way to knock boots Two wicked on their way to get loose One load of is getting out of control 'n' roll
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