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| The Game LAX Hard Liquor (hard liquor) Dre you must've been of the hennessy when he did this my Nigga (hard liquor) (hard liquor) (Is there anymore (hard liquor)) (make sure that it's mixed and twisted with a little bit of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on ice, Yeah) (Verse 1) You know me I turn them 40 bottles upside down like niggaz with dead homies till it's empty like my 4 pound. Niggaz thinkin I'm drunk reach 4 my N.W.A chain and get ur ass beat wit da pump. Tell security it's Game plus 50 and he probably gets fucked up every night like Bobby did Whitney. Fuck poppin crystal I got a bottle of henny me and my nine stay together like Hardaway and lil'Penny I ain't here so u can ask about Em or Dre I came to see some bitches shake their ass like Beyoncé. So let me be hov' 4 a minute get up in your hoe 4 a minute and u could be my hoe 4 a minute. Like I'm Diddy be J-Lo 4 a minute from the windows to the wall gettin low while I'm in it. All I gotta do is hit em with a Jay-Z line like u deserve to be my sunshine. (chorus - J Love) See her on the Floor She's sexy tell her where the af- ter party is but make sure that you see her friends before, before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh (Verse 2) I'll spend a hundred dollars take a bitch to the hyatt, then treat her like Busta like her ass on fire. I'm a gangsta mah, i wanna see you wiggle your butt cheeks both hands round your ankles mah. all I wanna see is ass and titties. shake it like they do in magic city with T.I. in that mothafucka, I'm like fifty [?PI?] in'this motha fucka. You the them gold D's on that Porsche Truck I show you how gangstas fuck my 45 to the back of your weak both of your arms in handcuffs Take a bottle of Cisco to the head see how you like getting fucked with a pistol to ya head. tell ya girls I fucked your brains out, we can do a manage-a-trois, pull the whips and chains out I tear that frame out I ain't no stunt man I pull that range out "BITCH" (chorus - Jay Love) See her on the Floor She's sexy tell her where the af- ter party is but make sure that you see her friends before, before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh (Verse 3) I got 40's like the liquor store, pour it on your weave like that bitch in the g-thang video. You look wet, let me help you out your Von Dutch's I know you used to niggas spinning but tonight i'm fucking, the truck stop, the rims spin, I know they hate me fuck em. It's killa cally nigga haters come a dime a dozen Load em shells then i get drunk pissy, this bottle of Hennessy got me wanting to fuck Missy. I'm a gangsta I can turn that bitch out, play with her pussy then drop extasy in her crystal, 60 seconds later I'm kicking that bitch out. then ride down the show with the 4-5th out stop at the store that bitch emptied my Cris out give me 50 feet or I'll empty this clip out. Niggas wanna know what this LA shit 'bout just visit when the Bloods and Crips' out (Is there anymore any more (hard liquor) (make sure that it's mixed and twisted with a little bit of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on ice, Yeah) |
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