Hook:
   We Could marinate, get nice and and stack riches
   (But it's B.Y.O.B.) Bring your own bud, brew, and bitches
   Ain't no set trippin', actin' ill and don't steal, for real
   (You got's to chill)
  
   Verse 1:
   I woke up in my Tommy Hilfigures boxers at 10 from a knock at the door
   But why they at my door for?
   Oh! My peep's they got a half gallon, smilin'
   My talons totalled ten one empty round from putting it down
   But now, my day is starting off Coca Cola and Remy Martin
   Some of the homeys from L.A. and Carson want to throw a private party today
   Threw on some Gautier and my Rolex link dressed to kill like Bernard Getts
   My squad flex like Lee Haney, so its best I keeps myself on house arrest
   Cause you never know, maybe they might wind up at 429 Bauchet
   Locked away, plus can't keep the boody calls waiting
   I'm marinatin'
  
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   Dialed up some micehead to see what's crackin' tonight
   She said she just broke up with her man
   And since she free like Mnadela, she bringina box of Philly pantellas
   Acapells, I game like Lou Panella made sure to tell her
   Don't bring no fellas, cherral, girl you can braid the tweed
   And then you can show me how to do the pepper seed
   Agreeded, cause we get down like this on a regular, loungin'
   Watchin' bootleged tapes, shooting jokes, your choice of imported smokes
   Craps and Celo on the patio for more chips than Bingo
   Chips like the MGM casino
   Just make sure your homegirl is single, so it's popping
   Cause ain't nothing worse than fifth wheels that's cockblocking
   And knocking while I"m knocking talking about she ret' to go
   I want some of your brown sugar while I bump D'Angelo
   (Fo'sho) No special holiday, but sometiems just being alive is a reason for
   celebratin
   So we mariniatin'
  
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   I get around like Dolby Pro Logic,
   But running them streets too much get fools hated
   Incarcerated, or terminated
   At the house we safely intoxicated, Nonoxol-9 lubricated
   Playing questions, everybodys faded and now, we got the ladies undressing
   Like 1st King strippers bouncin' on nigggas balls like the LA Clippers
   The phone rang, my little shorty said "What you up to, boo?"
   Nothing, just chillin' like bruh-man on Martin do
   See only when I'm tipsy, when my words start slurring
   Do I get causght telling lies like Mark Furhaman
   So I'll call you later drink was low, went to the stash and pulled out the
   XO
   The T.U.'s is down for whatever
   Let's run more trains than the metrorail but ya'll got to be out by two
   I'm getting sleepy and plus my boo is coming through
   So let the front door hit you where Ru Paul probably might
   And everybody asking what's up for tomorrow night
  
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