The Art Of Peer Pressure

[Chorus]
One day, it's gon' burn you out
One day, it's gon' burn you out
One day, it's gon' burn you out
One day, it's gon' burn you, I'm with the homies right now

[Part II]

[Verse 1]
Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota
A
A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, and orange soda
Janky stash box when the Federales'll roll up
Basketball shorts with the Gonzales Park odor
We on the mission for bad bitches and trouble
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I hope the universe love you today, 'cause the energy
we bringin' sure to carry away a flock of positive activists that fill they body with hate
If it's necessary; bumpin' Jeezy first album, lookin' distracted
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Speakin' language only we know, you think it's an accent
The windows roll down all I see is a hand pass it
Hotboxin' like George Foreman grillin' the masses
Of the workin' world; we pulled up on a bunch of working' girls
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And asked them what they workin' with,
look at me, I got the blunt in my mouth
Usually I'm drug-free, but, shit, I'm with the homies

[Chorus]
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(Yeah, nigga, we off a pill and Remy Red, come through and bust ya head, nigga!)
Me and the homies
(Sag all the way to the liquor store, where my niggas pour up 4 and get twisted some more)
Me and the homies
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(I ride for my mothafuckin' niggas, hop out, do my stuff, then hop back in)
Me and the homies
(Matter of fact, I hop out that mothafucka, and be like, "Doo-doo-doo-doot,

[Verse 2]
doo-doo-doo-doo-doot!") It's 2:30 and the sun is beamin'
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Air conditioner broke and I hear my stomach screamin'
Hungry for anything unhealthy and if nutrition can help me
I'll tell you to suck my dick, then I'll continue eatin'
We speedin' on the 405 passin' Westchester
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You know, the light skin girls in all the little dresses, Good Lord
They knew we weren't from 'round there
'Cause every time we down there we pulling out the Boost Mobile BM cards
Bougie bitches with no extensions
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Hood niggas with bad intentions, the perfect combination
Before we sparked a conversation
We seen three niggas in colors we didn't like then started interrogatin'
I never was a gangbanger, I mean I never was stranger to the funk neither
I really doubt it rush a nigga quick and then we laugh about it
That's ironic, 'cause I've never been violent, until I'm with the homies

[Chorus]
A
(Just ridin', just ridin')
Me and the homies
(Bullshittin', actin' a fool)
Me and the homies
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(Trippin', really trippin')
Me and the homies
(Just ridin', just ridin',
just ridin'…)

[Verse 3]
Braggin' 'bout the episode we just had
A shot of Hennessey didn't make me feel that bad
I'm usually a true firm believer of bad karma
Consequences from evil will make your past haunt you
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We tryna conquer the city with disobedience
Quick to turn it up, even if we ain't got the CD in
But Jeezy still playin' and our attitude is still, "Nigga, what is you saying?"
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Pull in front of the house that we been camping out for like two months
The sun is goin' down as we take whatever we want

[Break] (spoken)
(Aye, aye, nigga, jackpot, nigga, pop the safe!)
(Aye nigga, I think it's somebody in this room)
(Wait, what?)
(Nigga, it's somebody in this room!)

[Verse 4]
I hit the back window in search of any Nintendo,
DVDs, plasma screen TVs in the trunk
We made a right, then made a left, then made a right
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Then made a left, we was just circling life
My mama called, "Hello? What you doin'?" -- Kicking it
I shoulda told her I'm probably 'bout to catch my first offense with the homies
(siren)
But they made a right, they made a left then made a right
Then another right, one lucky night with the homies