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(feat. Celly Cel, 187-Fac, Ant Banks & Gangsta P) Now come and beat the realness Fuckin' these funky hoes will make you feel this Drippin' sensation stickin' your ace in the wrong place And you'll be ass out dickless, passin' out when you get this AIDS shit in your grave, ditch will be dug with a quickness So this is the phase of the days when I grew up Reminiscin' and trippin' off all them hoes I done fucked But it's all good and plenty I hust can't count how many trampy hoes I done did it to Licked it, did it, split it too But shit is cool makin' the thrilla of Manilla Scoop up the scrilla boy that cuchi be a killa You can feel a order up with a nut and then bounce And have that ass comin' up shorter than a fuckin' quarter ounce... [Gangsta P] Let's get toe down off some X-O, puffin' on the cripto Bent corner eyers up on her, super band low down dirty shame No need to know your age, bitch, what's your name? Said her name was Tammy, lived with her granny All I'm thinkin' about is gettin' in her panties Got the digits, called her later on that night At a two dome sex, flossin' big elex Cocked the roof back, bitch, blaze the sack Reached the destination, no hesitation Out of my clothes in the guts about to nut No protection, after two hours hopped out the shower Dressed in Eddie Bauer, livin' like a true playas should Six years later: test positive cause the hoe was no good... If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with Me... If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck... If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with Me... If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we fuck... [Celly Cel] A-I-D crooked letter Mothafuckas better strap up when they come together It's a top notch so you ain't thinkin' Got your battlefields sinkin', caught late night full of weed, drinkin' Got ya creepin' in the unknown Steered you wrong even if you get your head blown Fool, you still gone, switch up your tactics: fuck with prophalactics It ain't about that raw dickin' her and nuttin' on the mattress You didn't know these hoes will put the tags on your toes Don't knows crossin' up the game because she chose Listen to your homie Celly, nigga, before you hit the telly, nigga Have a box of rubbers ready, nigga... [Almon D of 187-Fac] I can't lie, this whole AIDS situation got my brain drownin' in Illusions Settin' niggas up for the conclusions I ain't sayin' that I'm gonna live forever Gotsta fuck new, get sometime in the future Don't got no babies, what about the day when you get married I hope I'm layin' in bed with a virgin with a meal that's urgent She heard that I was livin' my lifestyle lavishly Flashbacks of fuckin' her cousin in the alley Smokin' on the twamp sack that she bought the jimmy hats Three O'clock in the morning, sideways I was cuttin' the Pontiac Strapped... If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with Me...


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