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[Pastor Troy talking} Pastor, disaster I'm just laying down my bass shit You know my bass my bass one Y'all God damn (well UN-huh nigga) Crank that bitch off the chain Yeah, ya'll niggas know what time it is PT in the house (nigga) A yo and this is for everybody bustin' bottles Give me a P, give me an A, give me a S, give me a T Give me a P, give me a T [Verse 1] Hold up, wait a minute Let PT, with gangsta in it Fin'sta win it I'm talkin' 'bout the trophy Got me chillin' with this bitch name Sophie She say she know me from one night in the Vail Then say I was smokin', tellin' her to inhale it Now that sounds like me The mutha fuckin' Pastor nigga the ole G DSGB tat' across my chest And hell yeah nigga I put that shit in my flesh The be for best, but these bustas just keep on poppin' Know when they play my shit the club rockin' You niggas watchin' My thirty-two is in 'tact Got that tuck between my dick and nut sack I bet security didn't keep steppin' I'm on the dance floe' wit' my weapon Chug-A-Lug (Chorus 2x) When I step off in the club we Chug-A-Lug When I step off in the club we Chug-A-Lug I'mma role up wit' these thugs that Chug-A-Lug Puts a back in that mug we Chug-A-Lug [Verse 2] Nigga, yeah (yeah) Ever seen a remmy bottle this big? Just an imagine how it gone feel against ya' wig ?? pussy ass nigga, my nig' Take another swig Throw up my set Dog tags hanging like a Vietnam vet' Some bitches sweat And some niggas looking dirty Mad wit' me 'cause they in the club thirsty I'm talkin' 'bout tongue hanging down to they throat Broke ass nigga talkin' 'bout they saleing dope Look hea' folk, let us leave the bar If you ain't got no money, then take ya' ass to ya' car Ya' dealing' with a star Far from sulfa Ya' catch me in a Benz or the Rover, it's ova I buss a mutha fuckin bottle wit' my cuz' Toast each other and Chug-A-Lug
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