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    (girls talking on phone)

    It was friday afternoon in the middle of june
    Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom
    Around the time everybody had just got home from class
    Shootin dice, talkin shit, hopin the cash would last
    Yo, this was around the time when I didn't know no better
    Juney moved around in a tinted out jetta

    Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke
    Then I took one toke, yo, I almost choked
    See I never smoked before and my nerves got shot
    Then he told me about the party at the spot jam rock
    It was guaranteed on but I said son, chill
    There's a joint around the way that's supposed to be real

    He said we got no js, so we gonna do it right
    Hit your mans joint first, then jam rock at one night
    Then I said aight, then I jumped inside the jetty
    Let me take a shower, Im sweaty, and then I'll be ready
    Tonight is the night I get my groove on steady
    And get my drink on with that ford named betty
    I went upstairs to get fly, broke my tie
    On some liquor, to meet my high quicker
    Now, Im tight, them know, the party is the m.o.
    Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo
    Eleven in the evenin, Im feelin like a heathen
    This thing is goin down and I highly doubt Im leavin
    Booty cheeks start to motion and the kids is drinkin potion
    Word is bond, that black moon joint got me open
    (don't front)

    A yo, the dj put this short groove on
    The good shit that makes a kid lose his drink
    Blendin risin to the top and got these shorties hoppin
    Nuthin but coppin, aint no stoppin me now
    Yo, Im bound to win until that thing kicked in
    The alazay had me drunk, I don't know where to begin(echoed)

    Not Im feelin kinda jaded, wildly coherent
    Me and the fellas acted very irreverent
    Butt grabbin, mad laughin and assin

    When that chick caught up, the shorty lookin fed up
    They say you drug one with this one, gibbin with that one

    A yo, Im just doin my thing, yo Im just havin fun
    You don't see me in here wylin pullin out no gun
    Yo, I see some of that thing girl and I want some
    So lets step inside this corner so that we can rap on
    Over this bumpin ass song and some dom perignon

    I hit ya with the good lovin plus fillet mignon
    (yeah, yeah scrammy scrams, yo, that's that same old song)
    (a yo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong)

    Yo, put some brakes on your yappin or you wont live long
    (please nigga, push on)
    Alright scrams, see you later (scrams)
    Cant mess with these street sharks or these alligators

    I can't take it no more, yo it's damn near four
    Ive been partyin and drinkin since I came out my door

    Q-tip (consequence)
    Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, wheres the exit?
    (son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the lexus)
    Yo, he cocked his joint back like he's about to let him have it
    (kid, I kept it movin like the energizer rabbit)
    A yo yo, it's time to skate, aint no time to contemplate
    (all: whoops, looka there, there's jake)

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