yeah, dis Don Jay, dis song is jus Don Jay. nuthin else man. lol. lets go.
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i was supposed to be da one u luv/
but instead u actin so histrung/
i was supposed to be da one u luv/
i guess dis da reason i chose to smoke drugs/
yea, in da bathroom, fan on/
continue to stand strong/
but lemme see, lemme get my light/
put this to my lips n' breathe in... iight/
now i'm hi/
pupils shakin or its jus my brain n/
i got da munchies, tummy, achin, i got that, flavor/
like da 2 Live Crew, me so horny/
i hope one of my ladie friends calls me/
in dis state u adore me/
but before i wud draw, in da bacc off da class, u wud ignore me/
now i'm in da bacc of her ass, got her moanin!!!/
its Don Jay, blowin up/
like a elevator goin up/
i tell dem hatas to show they nuts/
but no homo, they actin like bitches, but we aint gonna catfight/
i'd lette let a mac light/
now u layin flat like u in a yoga class, iight/
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Damn, i'm fucced up, Lord help me.....
yeah, this is me wit anotha blast/
me n ya bitch, but 4 me anotha ass/
they say we degrade women/
bitches n hoes how we name women/
but me... i aint got time 4 lame women/
cuz theres allot tryna get wit me/
i wud hop on em like a bunny instead of u wreccin me/
but imma playboy bunny, money n get breads my only recipe/
cuz like Snoop said when u broke u break/
now dis chronic makin me choke n ache/
niggas call me Loc n ace/
dis is da life i choose ta live/
same way Hughe Hefner carefully choose a bitch/
u gonna lose, i win/
a blood pool, u in/
okay, so i cruise wit friends/
dis aint gonna stop no time soon/
not wit dat Cowboy shit, but imma ride till high noon/
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fly shit, my shit, who elses/
u tell me/
u think u can take me to a higher level/
but nah, i dont need guidance, imma settle/
nigga.. i'm so ready/
got u rite on my target/
anotha fake ass rap artist/
marcs hit wit gloccs and, swept unda carpets/
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who else bitch?
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