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Hard Liquor Lyrics

(hard liquor)
Dre you must've been of the hennessy when he did this my n****
(hard liquor)
(hard liquor)
(Is there anymore (hard liquor))

(make sure that it's mixed and twisted with a little bit of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on ice, Yeah)

(Verse 1)
You know me I turn them 40 bottles upside down
like n***** with dead homies till it's empty like my 4 pound.
n***** thinkin I'm drunk
reach 4 my N.W.A chain and get ur a** beat wit da pump.
Tell security it's Game plus 50
and he probably gets f***** up every night like Bobby did Whitney.
f*** poppin crystal
I got a bottle of henny
me and my nine stay together like Hardaway and lil'Penny
I ain't here so u can ask about Em or Dre
I came to see some b****** shake their a** like Beyoncé.
So let me be hov' 4 a minute
get up in your hoe 4 a minute
and u could be my hoe 4 a minute.
Like I'm Diddy
be J-Lo 4 a minute
from the windows to the wall gettin low while I'm in it.
All I gotta do is hit em with a Jay-Z line
like u deserve to be my sunshine.

(chorus - J Love)
See her on the Floor
She's s**y
tell her where the af-
ter party is
but make sure that you see her friends before,
before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh
(Verse 2)
I'll spend a hundred dollars take a b**** to the hyatt,
then treat her like Busta like her a** on fire.
I'm a gangsta mah,
i wanna see you wiggle your b*** cheeks both hands round your ankles mah.
all I wanna see is a** and t******.
shake it like they do in magic city
with T.I. in that m*********,
I'm like fifty [?PI?] in'this motha f****.
You the them gold D's on that Porsche Truck
I show you how gangstas f***
my 45 to the back of your weak
both of your arms in handcuffs
Take a bottle of Cisco to the head
see how you like getting f***** with a pistol to ya head.
tell ya girls I f***** your brains out,
we can do a manage-a-trois, pull the whips and chains out
I tear that frame out
I ain't no stunt man
I pull that range out
"b****"

(chorus - Jay Love)
See her on the Floor
She's s**y
tell her where the af-
ter party is
but make sure that you see her friends before,
before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh
(Verse 3)
I got 40's like the liquor store,
pour it on your weave like that b**** in the g-thang video.
You look wet, let me help you out your Von Dutch's
I know you used to n***** spinning but tonight i'm f******,
the truck stop, the rims spin, I know they hate me f*** em.
It's killa cally n**** haters come a dime a dozen
Load em shells then i get drunk p***y,
this bottle of Hennessy got me wanting to f*** Missy.
I'm a gangsta I can turn that b**** out,
play with her p**** then drop extasy in her crystal,
60 seconds later I'm kicking that b**** out.
then ride down the show with the 4-5th out
stop at the store
that b**** emptied my Cris out
give me 50 feet or I'll empty this clip out.
n***** wanna know what this LA s*** 'bout
just visit when the Bloods and Crips' out

(Is there anymore any more (hard liquor)

(make sure that it's mixed and twisted with a little bit of lemon juice
on ice, on ice, on ice, Yeah)
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