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Sunshine in Ipanema - Bushwacka!, Bushwacka, lyrics

No time for player haters
(PH balanced)

Just pimps and ho's and players
Just players, players
Sucker free from player haters

It be going down in the town, on a Friday afternoon
I'm in that L-Co, drinking Strawberry Hills, Boones
And I'm thinking to myself, I ain't near perved
It takes Henn dogg and some herb just to make me swerve

I picked up T-Funk, fat blunt in the ear lobe
It spin likes a globe, I stick it in while I'm talking on my mob'
To a freak of the week who be scheming
But she ain't knowing me and funk is down for the tag teaming

Hooked it up for later on, hung up the phone
Fired up the blunt, slapped the heater on, we was on
And like always, fools to the left, player hating
So I got hoe intersection waiting while that L-Co-atin

Came out swinging sideways, it was all so sweet
Then threw the peace sign up, it was G's on the streets
Out the six deuce, seen orange man and Eastwood
Eyes red, on the front porch smoked in the hood

Got back on the mobile, started dialing up some mo' digits
'Cause I knew they was bugging, I seen that purple civic
Back on the strip, fresh paint, rally's shining
Rewinding the album called, flowautomatic nine

Deciding should I go get another sack
I'm in a Co with ten in a lark, so we riding back to back
As I start shake and bake, earth like a quake, it ain't Sunday
I ain't hitting the lake, five-oh jacking fool, that's a mistake

I'm just going to stick to the strip and drink that Carlo Rossi Rhine
In the O-A-K, where we chill and parlay in the sunshine

In the sunshine, just pimps and ho's and playas
Breaking hoes, flashing gold, riding around in the sunshine
Just pimp's and hoes and playas
Breaking hoes, flashing gold, riding around in the sunshine
Just pimp's and hoes and playas

I woke up in the morning, ready for another day
In the O A K, that's where we let the gat spray
Each and everyday on the foothill strip drinking Tanqueray
Smoking on a twomp sack of that bomb, I gotta stay calm

The sun is beaming like it's hoe bucking season
Hoes want to see me 'cause I'm like Nike down, looking breezy
But I can't stop for no hoe, mang, all they wanna do is hop in the Lexus
Sitting on gold thangs with the cocaine

White paint trimmed in gold
Stopped in the liquor store so I could a cold Four O
Now I'm Audi Five to next light, spaced out like midnight
My game is never lazy, when I'm off that act crazy
Tricks to the left, trick s to the right,

Tricks in daisy dukes, I'm off that crazy juice uh
I'm on the foothill strip, bumper to bumper
Suckers pass through with they crew wish and they wonder
If the can have a town like mines
The O A K, where we chill and parlay in the Sunshine

In the sunshine, just pimps and hoes and playas
Breaking hoes, flashing gold, riding around in the sunshine
Just pimp's and hoes and playas
Breaking hoes, flashing gold, riding around in the sunshine
Just pimp's and hoes and playas

Once again, it's just another liquor store mission
Stick-a-ho mission, never coochie kissing
'Cause sacks rolled up and tucked, got ya fellas stuck
(Off what)
That ole green rocker, spliff had me tore up

I throw up, I hope I don't because today I'm just kicking back
Moet and hamps, dough in the pants, just parlay in slacks
There are major highsiders in the O,
These ho's plot my dough and many bro's want to pick my fro

Really doe, a sunny day, I'm playing for keeps
No need for a rental, a bicycles cool, because my game is deep
A freak peep, and looked sweet by the lakeside
She was going to her friends to go on a bike ride

So we went , we rode, she bent my pole
Met her a minute ago now this heffer I can't control
Is it because my billboard flicks, tone got the real long crisps
Three times crazy
(Man, I know this)

Ager I feel ya, but some others don't
I'm bippin' fools off the weed smoke, selling they gats for C-notes
And then I hit the strip and parked the bike by the curb
Regal was coming to snatch me, Man I was kind of happy, word

This 24 is like one of a kind
In the O A K where chill and parlay in the sunshine

And I do what I feel, and I do what I feel, when I do it

Breaking hoes, flashing gold, riding around in the sunshine
Breaking hoes, flashing gold, riding around in the sunshine

No time for player haters
(PH balanced)

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