Yo, I my ride on the left side I'm feeling kind 'cause I know That my stupid ass is gonna get tonight
A quick to the backyard My are all there So 5's everywhere, a well known smell
From the inside so who got the I wanna 'cause my brain said so So I followed the fog until the heart of the
Palmer with a blunt and a glass of Bacardi Yo, all good but something is missing I don't know it is and I have to go pissing
But there's somebody knocking at the And right now I'm looking at a girl that I never saw before Right now I start to stare
Oh, fuck it, my are ready see her bare and Kane says Braz, what you're gonna do? I better go and relax and get another brew
Whooo, hey, yo, this is the bomb, y'all Whooo, hey, yo, this is the bomb
Somebody tell me her name is tell me what the number of this dame is Does she got a man or is she on a solo tip Yo, a look 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 easier said than done but I'm a do it It's a job I'm a go through it
So on, baby, we gotta talk It's too noisy in here so go outside for a walk My smiled as we passed And Kane said, "Did a job Mr. Braz"
We're strictly for my car And thank the holy Lord my way ain't that far Mr. Braz goes on a mission And I will tell this girl what it's like to go
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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