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Windows Lyrics

[Intro: beat starts and Detective speaks]

[Detective]
Point her out to me
Oh that's her
Not bad!
Not bad at all
Let me talk to this b****
Hello

[Girl]
I have drinked enough booze to tell me I could use a big stiff d*** right now

[Detective]
God d*** baby you just met me let's get to know each other more

[Girl]
What difference doe's it make either you want to f*** or not

[First verse]
Eh, these Ho's be crazy
That's why I ride away to the hide away b**pin' Isaac Hayes
Seat back reclinin' in the 'Lac
My mind on my scratch
The beat gatt right on my lap imbibed n' no trap
I'm cold in fact, I hold the gat
Ain't never told the rat where the dossier at
I kept my composure
I popped the clover hopped in the rover
n' drove like a soldier on four king cobra's
Seen her house n' pulled over
Motorol'ed her like "come out side"
f*** where we about to go let's ride
This ain't no punk b****
When I met her she had on that louie sweater n' them tailored made manolo's
A n**** knew he did her 'cause I'm in ta' dat
I'm like (" wus doe's blonic's ?")?
Fired up the chronic
Sipped the tonic
“Happy Hanukkah!"
She knew what I wanted when I was on to her
She hoppin' in the range now
So I can feel my bond with her
N' we ain't even got to leave the car
Got the T.V.'s the camera's n' the V.C.R
'Bout to make her a star!
Y'all know the deal
When your f*****' freak ho's in your automobile

[First Chorus]
Come on let's fog up these window's
Turn the b**p n' blaze a little endo
I wanna f*** but I don't wanna spend dough
You know the deal!
Baby
Let me f*** in the automobile
[Second verse]
Eh,I love L.A. Ho's
I met this broad named Jodie
She used to drink forties with a little bit a stollies
Picked her up
Ran up in the broad in the rent a car
Soon as I was finished dropped her off on Laseanaka
Rollin' in a ol' skool on goe's
Ho's jockin'
Cause they ain't knowin' this s***'s stolen
Pull it ta' tha liquor store
Actin' like I need something
Turned out
Left the car runnin' n' the beat b**pin'
I catch Ho's like I'm riding a stretch Roll's
Dipped in my best clothes
Sippin' on X.O
But no!
It's white tee shirt n' Jabo's
Or the creased Levi's, the five-o-five's
Hat pulled down over my eyes
You know the size of runnin' your chop's
Don't broadcast or televise
To none of them dude's!
f*** her hard to chill
Just keep b**pin' bad broad's in your automobile

[Second Chorus]
Come on let's fog up these window's
Turn up the b**p n' blaze a little endo
I wanna f*** but I don't wanna spend dough
What's the deal?
Baby!
Let me f*** in my automobile
Come on let's fog up these window's
Turn up the b**p n' blaze a little endo
I wanna f*** but I don't wanna spend dough
What's the deal?
Baby!
Let me hit it in my autobile
[Third verse]
You can catch me slumped low in a 'vette
With a Ho n' mowet
She throwin' a fit 'cause I ain't stoppin' or going ta' get
Ridin' high in the 'burb n' never touchin' the curb
Trying ta' roll a dutch n' I swerve n' cut in your lane
Getting brain in the rain
We starin' in the Lebaron
But the b**** jus' looked n' laughed
She ain't carin'
Like this one little freak that I b**ped at Roscoe's
f***** her shotgun had that a** on the console
(Break down?) to a bus
The s*** stay real
When your f*****' wit them b****'s in your automobile
I pulled up in a seven douce cutty with knock
Ten gee sound system
Everything else stock!
Baby girl in the passenger seat keep axin' ta' eat
I kept mean muggin' n' blastin' tha beat
Probably shoot her through the “drive-thru"
You know the deal!
When your f*****' mad b****'s in your automobile
Final chorus
Come on let's fog up these window's
Turn up the b**p n' blaze little endo
I wanna f*** but I don't wanna spend dough
You know the deal!
Baby
Let me f*** in my automobile
Come on let's fog up this window's
Turn up the b**p n' blaze a little endo
I wanna f*** but I don't wanna spend dough
You know the deal!
Baby
Let me hit it in my automobile
It go!
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