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Mr. Lucci - Late Night Coastin lyrics
* send corrections to the typist (Mr. Lucci) Another night coastin sippin playa potion In the drop top Me and your lady coastin love and crook motion Sounds from the ocean With the boat docked Playing real not intending to stop Me and my niggas steady holding it down Blazing a pound while I'm making them frown Dallas, Texas be the place where I'm found Bumping my sound Twenty inches above the ground Since I'm a crook I was born to clown Low down is how I'm doing it now Cause nigga your peeping I called my puerto rician Tell him creep in Do you feel like freaking for the whole weekend? Flamed james got me geeking And keeping me speaking Pimp shit to get the hoes knees weakin' Don P. is what I'm drinking Bubbles baths and thinking Parked the two door benz hopped in the licoln Now we off in the wind To deep with four sweets To the coastin beet slow keep it calm and cool Rubbing her fingers through my braids trying to set the mood This lady rolling up the cake while I set the brew This little trip was only mad for two So pass the brew And follow what your master do I know your nigga are steady asking you Why all your cats in true And keep on saying he wanna blast with Luc Squash that cuz im your pass in true But ain't no way he can stop my style Do all the things that will make you smile Back rubs and hot tubs Give you rose and huggs Slow love and pleasure rubs With your number one thug I'm not your man but I plan to scuff So girl whats up? Lets go and chill fabulous Turn off my screens in the slab with plus You back and grabbed the tusk Cuz the night of the hype is gonna light with us (C-Loc) Chorus If I'm riding with my trunk open If I'm to deep deep choking If I'm out on slow beet bumpin Well then you know I'm late night coastin Everybody wanna hate my style Well everybody wanna hate me now I'm going out to my lake beach house With another niggas naked spouse If I'm riding with my trunk open If I'm to deep deep choking If I'm out on slow beet bumpin Well then you know I'm late night coastin Everybody wanna hate my style Well everybody wanna hate me now I'm going out to my lake beach house With another niggas naked spouse (Mr. Pookie) See I'm the type of nigga loving this I want some more crrok lovly shit I be the quickest one to roll up with the bud When I roll and twist Better prepare for the bomb and shit Because the constant hit This stoney crook brain Flossing with a crook chain Dark tone with a smile Pick you up at seven it's about five thirty So I guess it leave a crook nigga just a little while So I can get clean and shit With the startched down jeans and shit Off audelia with the braids Now she all up on me She don't wanna get up off me From the unique smell of my cologne and the cake Go on and do your thing im the grey star fleight wood Won't you take a ride with a deep crook And I know you gonna be trying to look your best With the trick wood Try to come around with cheep look Cuz of acting like a fish hook I need a lady crook One to pick a playa up when he fall Put down a hustle with no regaurds to the law When she know a few ballas and got the platinum on the mouth Ball to the mall Now it's time for the boasting shit Tell your friends how I bought you this Don't be worrying about the cost and shit Cuz any lady that has seen the rippla was a flossing miss Keep game i'll talk the trick Right up on the dick Slurp slurp got me wiggleing toes Got me feeling like I'm fixing to explode While she bobbing and boasting I'll push back her head and she'll take in some more How you deal with it all on your nose I mean nut on your close And i'll be damned if you kiss me girl I ain't a playa that will lick the pearl I'm just a crook type playa late coastin in this infra world (C-Loc)Chorus If I'm riding with my trunk open If I'm to deep deep choking If I'm out on slow beet bumpin Well then you know I'm late night coastin Everybody wanna hate my style Well everybody wanna hate me now I'm going out to my lake beach house With another niggas naked spouse If I'm riding with my trunk open If I'm to deep deep choking If I'm out on slow beet bumpin Well then you know I'm late night coastin Everybody wanna hate my style Well everybody wanna hate me now I'm going out to my lake beach house (Mr. Lucci) Hmm now I done did it again She peeping the seen And mixing the lean Shining clean To my crooked theam Checking the pictures of my team Platinum plack shining clean Living room eurpean With the movie screen Pimped out just like a dream That O.J. sing A little twink from my queen I'm sippin on the drink while I'm puffing on the green I'm trying to debate weather the cherrys or the cream Unplugged your phone The pagers gone Don't take me wrong I'm trying to bone Until the break of dawn If theres a problem then I'm gonna take you home But if not then I'm gonna make you mone So girl don't take to long Drop your keys, chain, shirt, and thong Now go ahead on and do that shit Just spread your tricks if you did Young women when you gripped it And licked it up so slick So heres my chain cuz theres no ice up in the fridge Now handle your biz Cris-style fiz and siz On the side of the tele While I'm giving it to you steady Un-button down the pele Your rubbed down with jelly She lick around the belly While jaming down to kelly The unseen is getting sweaty And heavier than we freak Up under the sheets Work till my water bed leaks She creeps up out the lace In front of the fire place She flossing it up in my face And begin me for a taste She scoops shakes And takes it off In bed and wall And keeps a nigga dick straight standing tall I mean I played it so slick from my pants to jaw When it was time for me to spit she ain't even pause Just squeezed my balls Heath and halled Up in this chick man I don't think I even seen a flaw She make a nigga wanna ring the law But cleanest thing of all I ain't even gotta see her tomorrow (C-Loc)Chorus If I'm riding with my trunk open If I'm to deep deep choking If I'm out on slow beet bumpin Well then you know I'm late night coastin Everybody wanna hate my style Well everybody wanna hate me now I'm going out to my lake beach house With another niggas naked spouse If I'm riding with my trunk open If I'm to deep deep choking If I'm out on slow beet bumpin Well then you know I'm late night coastin Everybody wanna hate my style Well everybody wanna hate me now I'm going out to my lake beach house |
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