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Lady, pick it up, it's me calling Let me show 'em all 'bout the west Homie, give it up if you ballin' Homie, give it up for yourself Hey, little mama with that tight dress on I got a small proposition for you (ah, ah-ah-ah) You look kind of sexy, got it going on Here's what I want you to do (Here's what I want you to do) Come a little closer, let me see that thong Let me slide this number to you (ah, ah, ah) You can catch me in them streets with my blue khakis on In my Chuck Taylor's smoking blunts with my crew (Gangsta walk) hey, hey Lady, pick it up, it's me calling Let me show 'em all 'bout the west Homie, give it up if you ballin' Homie, give it up for yourself Hi, baby Are you there? Yeah, I'm here No, you didn't wake me up Don't worry, I was up I'm really sleepy though I was up all night, thanks to you Yeah, I miss you so much It's six in the morning, we still going strong And we ran out of weed at about two (oh, no) Must be the music, got these gangstas gone (Must be the music) I'm tryna play this funk down on you Homie, give it up if you ballin' Homie, give it up for yourself Lady, pick it up, it's me calling Let me show 'em all 'bout the west Hey, hey Lady, pick it up, it's me calling Let me show 'em all 'bout the west Homie, give it up if you ballin' Homie, give it up for yourself
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