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[Chorus] Noow just to prove I ain't different from you Derrty I ain't nothin' to do I just want to take a break No stress No play I just want to lay and Chill at the crib all day No, no, no, no, It's time to get that ass off of the couch Get up! It's Friday night you gotta get the fuck out Get the fuck out! Okay, I got nothin' to say Cause we been chillin' at the crib all day [Verse 1: The Professor] We chiefin' laid back, loungin' like 3 pimps in the shade Me, Murph we take a pair we at it again Well OK, you should have nothin' to say We guarantee it goin' be another hit man, ok? For your reference, I been inside the house since 6 Bakin' up bars of rap, chiefin' and munchin' on chips Now should I go dip? debate what style and color to get We go out, we don't go out, this strickly parkin' lot pimpin' That there sounds like a nice game plan Nice thangs wit thick frames, no need to think twice man Pick up some bud, pick up my boys, wipe off my dubs Hittin' on chickens and buckets, so what they rollin' on hubs I'm honkin' my horn like a animal straight from the barn So what if they foreign? Prince don't discriminate not 1 (Outrageously, my baby mama pagin' me I been at the crib all day so it's crazy see) [Chorus] [Verse 2: King Jacob] Now, usually I get my way Hit my hay, yeah sip my drank Call up a chick to come strip if I say Let the phone just ring while I pick my place Smashin' in John Madden whuppin' everybody ass And it's a fact, Green Bay sendin' em Packin' Man it's goin' on a three day thrashin' Fuck this for real why'all, I need some action Aw man, Murph don't want to drive the Benz But he's too busy tryin' to dodge his friends I just want to go back outside again Get high again, sippin' Heineken's Grab my 22 inch wired rims Hit the street, got bitches pilin' in Wait 'til this nigga get through ironin' Jacob up, fuck this game I'm retirin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Murphy Lee] St. Louis (Murphy Lee, what size drawers ya need?) A 36-38 cause 40 be too big And hurry up so I can get out the crib (Babysit!) I love my nieces and nephews but I ain't got no kids! And shit, hurry up before the bank close (Boy you ain't goin' to no bank, you prolly gonna see sum hoes) Ah, I guess my sista know a brotha I'm a nasty mothersucker cause I'm poppin' wit cornbread and butter Cause there ain't nuttin' like booty in the daytime Look at it wiggle, sunshinin' on the waistline And matter fact fuck the whole nine The whole time I'm thinkin' bout this party goin' downtown I had to get my ass outta the bed (ah get up!) Ain't nothin' like a lil' last minute head (ah you right) Plus I see this girl like twice a week And my granny made macaroni-n-cheese So I'm out [Chorus]
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