Extra Thump

Defari

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    what up Fred
    you know
    ooh woop ooh woop
    oh boy, oh boy
    oh girl

    [Defari]
    Wassup Fred
    I need a 4X to the head
    or that new t-shirt sayin "wassup Fred"
    can I live like Jay-Z, make moves that pay me
    (where's your chain) fuck a chain, I rock my face and name
    I rock beats that will tear down the whole frame
    of your house if your system got that Roger bounce
    mooo bounce, to the 40 ounce
    tap an oldie, down the goldie
    mooo bounce, to the 40 ounce
    tap an oldie, down the gold
    set shit straight
    I'm money for that money rollin state
    I'm a different level me of authentic L.A.
    Fred Wreck, Fredrigo
    meet me on pico
    I got 3 bad nihas, I need one chico
    Hennessey all day
    hate is nothing to a boss
    I feels like my nigga Big Hutch
    buck what it cost
    I drop from the sky and left the lane burnin
    mashin down the block all this bitches heads turnin

    [Chorus - Defari]
    this that kinda shit that make you wanna jump
    for the car stereos wit that extra hump
    make niggaz in the streets say what the fuck
    Defari right back wit that extra thump
    this that typa shit blow out ya truck
    make bitches on the block stoppin wanna fuck
    make rudeboys point it at the sky and dump
    Defari right back wit that extra thump

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    [Defari]
    See I was born in the world wit fast money and pretty girls
    fades, and braids, and O.G.s still rock curls
    I'm from L.A. where niggaz still smoke joints
    kush weed when they get the true taste styles the point
    from the jungles to the eastside
    Carson to Pacoima
    finish to Inglewood, it's all L.A. California
    the style I flip is so versitale
    you too young girl, don't want to hurt you child
    cuz when it come to the fuck I'm all bronco buff
    make a top notch and a momma fall in love
    see in the club
    my niggaz all rollin up dubs
    everybody doja'd out hitted out nigga what
    300 M, we came, chop game
    around the town all these motherfuckers know my name

    [Chorus]

    [Tash]
    Ha, listen
    6 trays Chevrolets, all day, everyday
    L.A. California, that's the way we play
    we do it to a Likwit music
    power movement, home improvement
    we don't give a fuck say what you say
    D to the E-F-A-R-I
    we sky high alumni Likwit niggaz don't die
    we trynna buy everything buyable, homielayable
    the Likwit crew drive for survival is undeniable
    I slide a couple bitches thru the back of the club
    if the hoes get kicked out I get 'em back in the club
    They Rico's keep on Rico's top notchin
    I know half of these hoes when these girls were hop-scotchin
    Now watch it - you handcuffin' hoes we the locksmith
    we ain't satisfied untill the top notch is topless
    knock this in your trunk if you ain't no punk
    big Tash is in the house wit that extra thump

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