2 Buck Chuck
Jus gimme that 5, I'll be bak with change yo
Jus wait in the ride, I aint tryna bang no
The LIQ of Crenshaw by the pizza hut
2 bottles & a swisha, break it down & reConstruct
And the cribO its only about a Nickel away.
The heats on & the sky is gray
Lil Brotha home, but he bout to fly away,
So I call up my cuzzzzin,
yo whats buzzzin
You know we tryna get into somethinnnn,
so what's bumpinnn
I got the (beep, beep) on deck so its nothinnn.
She said, me & the crew, we loungin' at the pool
jus bring ya towel & ya trunks & yo slide thru.
Then we go by Ramona's for some din din
& then we randevu with the crew & Bitch We Swimmin'
Oh & we drunk off that 2 Buck Chuck
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