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My man Wes says hey, "I got a free newsletter bitch in San Diego" "Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a coupla days I'm gonna stay and play some L.A. hoes" He said, "alright player yo, I'll see you free newsletter soon" Yeah that's how real players kick it see there ain't no rules We roll from city to city, like kids playing hookie Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich" I says, "oh yeah", I swear I free newsletter worked the shit out this bitch She was fine too, niggas couldn't tell me nothin Had brains too, did more stealin than fucking A real thoroughbred, played con like a pro Man I'm tryin to tell you I had a money makin ho But the Sunset track got stale, Cookie went to jail Had to sling a little yale to make bail She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down" I said, "shut the hell up ho who asked you to run your mouth?"
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