Yo! i park my ride on the left side, i´m feeling kind a-ight ´'cause i

Yo! i park my ride on the left side, i´m feeling kind a-ight ´'cause i know 
 That my stupid [bad word] is gonna get drunk tonight
 quick view to the backyard, my boys are all there
 So high 5´s everywhere. a well known smell
 From the inside so who got the endo
 I wanna know ´'cause my brain said so
 So i followed the fog until the heart of the party
 Chilli palmer with a blunt and a glass of bacardi
 Yo, it´s all good but something is missing
 I don´t know what it is and i have to go [bad word]  But there´s somebody knocking at the door
 And right about now i´m looking at a girl that i never saw before
 Right about now i start to stare
 Oh [bad word] it my eyes are ready see her bare and kane says:
 "ronnie braz, what you´re gonna do?"
 I better go and relax and get myself another brew. 
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 Whooo - hey yo, this chick is the bomb, yall!
 Whooo
 Whooo - hey yo, this chick is the bomb!
 Whooo

 Somebody tell me what her name is
 Somebody tell me what the number of this dame is
 Does she got a man or is she creeping on a solo tip
 Yo, take a look at her hips. i try to lick my lips
 But my tongue seems to weigh a ton
 And i said to myself you´ve got to talk to her ron, yo
 It´s easier said than done but i´m a do it
 It´s a hard job i´m a go thru it
 So come on baby we gotta talk
 It´s too noisy in here so let´s go outside for a walk
 My homies smiled as we passed
 And kane said: "did a nice job mr. braz!"
 We´re strictly headin´ for my car
 And thank the holy lord that my way ain´t that far
 'cause mr. braz goes on a mission
 And i will tell this girl what it´s like to go fishing

 Ronnie and this chick on the way to knock boots
 Two wicked minds on their way to get loose
 One load of sperm is getting out of control
 Rock´n´roll

 The bomb
 The bomb
 The bomb