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Tropicana, groovy punch sipping And usually up, whipping for the stereo, stereo Tropicana, watch 'em go banana When they see the whip they be like "There he go" Coming in on the one, no time for the two 369, she fine, I'mma choose Funk and the rock, I'm a genre confused Shit, if the shoe fits, don't mind if I do Just climbed out the blue into the gold Only thing I never did was fit to the mould They did what they told, I did what I felt like Intro unnecessary, I been dope, young legendary I'm a fire, need a hose and some hoes I suppose I should hire me a secretary I ain't always been the best Samaritan, but still I try I ain't gotta go confessing every sin, but I will not lie Don't kill my high, on some matador shit Don't mean much to me when you scheme (on the low) Don't mean mug at me, be mad at your chick She my trap queen, cooking in the fortress, what up fetty? Now they wasn't ready for the brand new heavy Funk for your mind, body and soul, soul So if it don't bump in the trunk I'm like adios, I'm a... Tropicana, groovy punch sipping Usually up, whipping for the stereo, stereo Tropicana, watch 'em go banana When they see the whip they be like "There he go, there he go" Like (aah) on the two this time Gotta whole new attitude this time Like (aah) that's you, this mine Look what a rapper do to get signed And (aah) I can't believe my eyes My ears, might lose my mind I hear he a killer and you still say free my bro Truth be told, he should do his time But hey, that's another song (That's none of my business) What go around, come around, one day it'll come along I done come a long way, I been running off fumes In pursuit of that bitch success I can already smell her perfume, man it's sweet like chariots Swinging low where the berries picked, verified, it's very lit Got a state on your back, can you carry it? Don't drop that dun-dun-dun The dunce in the cap was once in the back of the class Ain't know how to act, but I passed didn't I? Do what I said, did I lie? Okay, I'll wait You wanna stay alive then you gotta look him dead in the eyes Otherwise on the high, cause I'm a... Tropicana, groovy punch sipping Usually up, whipping for the stereo, stereo Tropicana, watch 'em go banana When they see the whip they be like "There he go, there he go" Stereo, stereo
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