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(Chorus - 2x) I got my cup, I got my plastic cup I got my cup, I got my plastic cup I got my cup, I got my plastic cup You got your cup (I got my cup)
[E-40] One of these playas is doing they own thang And some of these playas is kinda the same One of these playas is unlike the others Now it`s time to spit my game I`m leaning, I got that purple colors brightness Ms. Buttersworth up in my white cup, white cup Codeine`ing, dropping that Swishahouse groove music And I`m fucked up, and I`m fucked up A playa`s sweating, shoot dice up under the staircase Talking hell-a-loud grabbing his balls and side betting like a veteran All my weeples just come hard, reach into my pockets Pulled out a wad of money and I threw my dogs up on it It`s expected, cause way back when I couldn`t afford When a playa like me was leaking, had my back like a ? board Now that I`m eating, the game done blessed me mayn Everyday is my birthday, I`m about that ice cream and cake Looking for a batch with no pan and I`m a guerilla meals must like Brandy Like the R&B singer, Christian brother twist Getting gone, plastic cup in the traffic bumping this
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[E-40] Hickory dickory dock I dick the boost down with my dock I was on stuck, she was on top Pour me some more in my cup
[Suga-T] We working with a lot, can`t let em catch us slipping Can`t sit the cup down, can`t let em know we tripping I`ma keep a cup, full of Check-A-Hater juice Eyes behind my head, can`t let em catch me loose He`s a fool, usually wanting to put it on me Got a low attention span, and the average can`t afford me I`m a boss chick, like that-that-that-that-that-that And you are bossy uh, I got your back
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[E-40] Head, shoulders, knees and toes Pimps, playas, hustlas, hoes Simps, haters, bustas, marks Saps, suckas, haters, sars Well I`m at a park, at a club after dark At a football game, your date in the parking lot Them hoochies know my name, I`m not a popsicle But a fool, can you do the other side of the pimp Stick and move, all about my uh paper route When I`m drunk, that`s when my true feelings come out I ain`t no punk, you got your easmic stuff Plus some funk, in real life I`ll fuck you up
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