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i got my hands in my pocket
my hats real low
im to kool to dance i just rock(repeat 3 times)
im on the edge of the dance flo
drank in my cup
im to kool to dance i just rock(repeat 3 times)
verse 1
friday night bout a quarter to 12
my benz outside and im ready to bail
my line'n on fresh and my shades channel
gotta be so flyy in that stl i hear da dogs bark cause i got dat mail
before i go grabed da pumper and a box of l's
pulled out the drive way on my cell
say he bout to meet me on_________
for da chicks got the sean john smell good
i know the thugs out so im keepn it hood
you can mug lil dirty but i wish you would
the real do what they want the fake do what they could some chicks rolled up in range and thangs
lookin like they ready so i asked dey names
they knew who i was now they lookin strange
we on our way to the club and i dont play no games
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[Thanks to the_oneonly_moody for adding these lyrics]