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Red Bull & Vodka
2Pac & Outlawz
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What?
That's the law, nigga
Yo
Come on
All my niggas salute shit
Bring out the commas and the Red Bull and vodka
What, what, what
Ain't nothin' but hoes in here
I guarantee when they leave they gon' say Young Noble there
All the little homies postin' there
Thug walkin', punk dance, all chokin' on beer
I keep a little hot mama with a lot of dollars
She can spend that shit on me instead of mines up
Bringin' it back to the days when it first started
Bringin' it back to the ways of the cold-hearted
No water like my shit don't stay
I'll have your mouth real wet, but my pussy real pink
So holla at your dawg, just make sure you swallow it all
And when you cuttin' up, bottle it off
Yo, I fuck with all soldiers, all around soldiers
All access soldiers, straight backside soldiers
What's poppin', mama? Uh
And when you get here, nigga, if it's poppin', holla, come on
We ain't stoppin' 'til we get enough, what's poppin'?
Outlaws, if you ready to ride
Let a motherfucker know if you down tonight, come on
We ain't stoppin' 'til we get enough, what's crackin'?
Ladies, if you down tonight
Let a motherfucker know if you crushin' the ride, come on
I woke up this morning feelin' kinda dead
'Cause the bitch last night wouldn't give me no head
I'm a player 'round here so I keep it cocked
And my game's about bad, finna move me up a notch
I flew one bitch from Jersey, told her come to Cali
Fucked in the alley in the reg'nality
Listen up, duck, I spent money on pussy before
I do it again and the girl went broke
I'm a streetwise nigga, you flip the pies, nigga
For four-four-five 'cause my bank account bigger
You can look in my eyes, you can scan yourself
'Cause ain't nothin' worse in the world 'bout a mob figure
I flew to 'To from San Juan, Puerto Rico
Put her up in Eco, you know
Now I say no more, I'm down in Mexico
In Osaka, Piata, Cali and the island, mama
We ain't stoppin' 'til we get enough, what's poppin'?
Outlaws, if you ready to ride
Let a motherfucker know if you down tonight, come on
We ain't stoppin' 'til we get enough, what's crackin'?
Ladies, if you down tonight
Let a motherfucker know if you crushin' the ride, come on
Straight player, type to hate a hater
Type to kick back at the shack, blow a baker
Type to bump your ho then I let her keep goin'
Type to see the law, man, I just keep goin'
I'm an outlaw, baby, now you after that
I don't want your fuckin' money, you can be fuckin' with that
I don't sniff no coke, I don't pop no pills
I don't shake my hands, but I'm shootin' to kill
Lady, I got you gone off the Red Bull and vodka
Now you on your knees, I'm like, "Ooh-wee"
Truly it's the California way
You got two more homies, I'm on my way
Life as a rap star shouldn't be so rough
They gonna find you buried in the backyard, keep talkin' 'bout us
Outlaws, if you ready to ride
Let a motherfucker know if you down tonight, come on
We ain't stoppin' 'til we get enough, what's crackin'?
Outlaws, if you ready to ride
Let a motherfucker know if you down tonight, come on
We ain't stoppin' 'til we get enough, what's crackin'?
Ladies, uh, what's crackin', ladies? Uh
We ain't stoppin' 'til we get enough, what's poppin'?
Outlaws, if you ready to ride
Let a motherfucker know if you down tonight, come on
We ain't stoppin' 'til we get enough, what's crackin', ladies?
Uh, what's crackin', ladies? Uh
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