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Throw wood on it, with the golden vogue\n Love potion on my mind, my pimpin' is an antidote\n Cooley High, signing booming sign, knocking butters down\n Crack the curb, like my ship emerged, from the underground\n One more time, for them folks that know I be shinin'\n Whippin' wind and reclining, pressin' diamonds\n While I'm\n\n Riding (?) and clean and let the bass beat out my speakers\n Searching for a freak that's thick and bound to let me tweak her\n Mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind\n\n I got (?) on my tongue, I talk slick\n Catch a chick without using my hands, master (?)\n Sliding in my SLAB, slapping Big KRIT\n Woofers in the back, tweeters in my (?)\n Push button secret stash box for my yammer\n Yammer me (?) pistol or hammer\n Blowing 50's, broccoli in the air\n That's that Cali weed, I know that smell anywhere\n Mind control, get in the female's head like a Tylenol\n (?) yourself, be about your bread, increase your bankroll\n Drink and cheefin', my and my heathens bustin' power moves\n In the hood, like a mechanic, stickin' to the rims\n\n Riding (?) and clean and let the bass beat out my speakers\n Searching for a freak that's thick and bound to let me tweak her\n Mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind\n\n On a mission, just me and Vincent\n Your bitch might just come up missin' like a (?)\n Known to talk that player shit mama, that's just how I do\n My old school look powder blue\n We pulled up to the Papadeaux poundin'\n Sat down, ordered the clam chowder\n I had the lobster (?)\n I'm what they talkin' 'bout if the topic is\n Money, clothes, hoes, weed smoke\n Take your panties off, you don't need those\n Real niggas stay stuck to the G code\n Never cheat, never off my feet\n Never let these niggas see your weakness\n If I eat then my niggas eat\n Hit the weed then we hit the sheets\n That be our little secret\n\n Round and round we go\n Unlock and unload\n Our remote control\n Her mind, her mind\n Round and round we go\n Unlock and unload\n Our remote control\n Her mind, her mind\n\n Riding (?) and clean and let the bass beat out my speakers\n Searching for a freak that's thick and bound to let me tweak her\n Mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind\n"}]