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[* Man talking *] Yeah, go on pour ya partner some of that there [* Pouring] Oh boy, yeah hold on not too much not too much Right there, yeah see that`s that num num juice (Num num num) Yeah that`ll have a motherfucker on his back So quick (Num num num) see you gotta sip sip with this shit here (Num num num) Cause it`ll have ya ass out of commission Oh boy (Num num num)
[E-40] I`m perkin` drunk about a half a liter Liquor stains all over my cut white woman beater Fuck Johnny Law, that`s the po-po Outta my body ridin` solo folo, solo folo Burpin` gurpin` girpin` swirvin` swirve In my car, rockin` the burgandy Excursion Music hummin` pedestrians think glossy glossy You can see yourself in my paint, I`m so damn flossy Serious about my thuggin` Had to pinch myself but I couldn`t feel nothin` Uh uh I`m pissy y`all Cause I been drinkin` out a straw Uh uh can`t tell me shit Feelin` my cherry beeper on my hip On my way to see my reala, she hella sprung Good with her daddy, she like it when I`m num num
[Chorus] We often num num (Num num num) Ya know you want some (Num num num) (I`m hella keyed and I`m perkin` off that num num num) We often num num (Num num num) But you can`t get none (Num num num) (I`m hella keyed and I`m perkin` off that num num num)
[Suga T] You play the role, get outta line you out the door You want more, I make ya head to the liquor store One night I sinned but I wasn`t sleepin` My video was rotatin` but I was creepin` Off that num num juice, they was watchin` me That night you was liable to see anything I was too hot to drop, my twat was on pop The pimpin` don`t stop, long grain till I drop
[D-Shot] I got fifteen numbers one night And I don`t even remember what then hoes looked like I must have been drunk out my motherfuckin` mind I took two to the house And then I put my dick in they mouth I remember doin` two but it looked like I was doin` eight In which I was gettin` raped I woke up the next morning with the rubber still on But all a nigga`s shit was gone
[Chorus]
[B-Legit] I`ma tailgate fanatic Barbecues with rowdy crews I`m manic First round genuine draft pick I crack the bottle, sippin` on some Sapphire swallow Insides hollow, niggas like follow me wrong Two or three pints to the dome, now I`m on Gone with the wind, clothes sweaty Cover up the liquor, hoes ready Niggas bet that nigga B he hella over But I`m sober, I runs like a Range Rover Or a Nova, 68 O.G. In Guatemala, know they can`t fuck with me Act real bad like a Raider fan Rather argue or fight than understand But I`m the man, really am tell the truth I`m hella keyed perkin` off that num num juice
[Chorus x2]
[E-40 to fade] I`m hella keyed and I`m perkin` off that num num num (Num num num)
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