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Follow my wickedness, now can you picture this? 2 deadly crooks, went off tha hook, |
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Don smoked a blunt, |
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I feel tha dizzyness |
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Twist yo ass up, real tight wrapped up like |
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Twizzler My nigga jus wont cha to feel a, crooked nigga off |
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Audelia Dallas |
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Texas, we quickly risin up and surprisin |
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So light up anotha splif, get ready to dip, off in that |
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Highland Sky friend, down wit me we smokin that |
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Annie Mae |
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Catch a nigga talkin shit, he my enemy |
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Like Kennedy, he gettin sprayed |
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So I keep my gauge loaded, pop, pop |
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Uh oh, there they go, let anotha flee 4 real crooks runnin tight wit me |
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Jus a crooked ass nigga finna claim these streets |
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Beats I rip em, oh yes indeed aint nuthin simpler |
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Gotta 0 for them foes, that stories untold |
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Yes I'm Tha |
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Rippla, watch out when |
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I hit cha |
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And keep on comin when thea's trouble |
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I'm gon pop tha trunk, down to pump, and make these niggaz scuffle |
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Bust yo bubble, if tha static start |
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Infrared up on his heart |
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That's to set this shit apart |
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Nigga, that's b4 it starts |
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Chorus: Juiell (repeat 2X) |
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Take out fucked up lungs from tha blunt smoke 4 deep, eyes closed, gon on that door to door |
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Smokin on |
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Annie Maes, swervin up in that burbon |
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Sippin on that |
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Syrup and ya'll aint heard me, |
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Nigga [K-Roc] |
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I bring mo |
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Grim than |
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Mr. Reeper, keep watchin me cause |
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I'ma creeper |
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Pull out my pistol faster than you reach and check yo beeper |
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See we teachers, and soon as you break fast, class had started |
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Some of you will fall short in yo mission to be tha hardest |
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Now retarted mean slow, so |
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I was blessed to ride tha big bus |
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Whoopin niggaz wit false nuts, fuck em and feed em saltdust |
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Cause all us, we killaz, enemies aint no kin to me |
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Drop em off in tha |
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Trinity, tha endin of a killin spree |
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Outsmoke a chimney, that's me, carousin that figure |
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Nigga, go blow yo swisha, watch me blow a swisha bigger |
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Then send you to a place, where you taste nuthin but cake |
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Kevin A., |
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K-Roc you face |
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Slow it down |
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K, I'm tryin to let em know that they cant touch us |
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We on our way to |
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Annie Maes, smoked out up in this |
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Cutlass Hataz want ruckus, but all my niggaz like fuck em |
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Let's go back to puffin and go try to fuck us sumthin |
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Chorus [x2] [Mr. Pookie] |
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Time to hit tha dance flo', look at her, |
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Goddamn hoe |
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Bring a couple of yo friends so my niggaz can play em like banjos |
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But I'm jus sayin though, get yo team and |
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I'll get mine |
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We can sip up on this wine, smoke some weed and get so high |
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I'd be lyin, if |
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I said I wasnt attracted by yo biddies |
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Lustin for them titties, make yo booty jump like switches |
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But tension buildin up, some ol busta and his freak |
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Tryin to battle up in tha club cause he fucked her friend last week |
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I'm gon keep, my composure, head swiftly for tha exit |
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Already 2:55 and these niggaz out hea wreckin |
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I'm bettin it's gon be, mo drama in a minute |
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Baby momma might be in it, swearin to |
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GOD that she gon kill him |
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Man I feel him, |
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I hit tha block a couple of times and go |
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Roll it up fast, smash on tha gas, its time to hit tha way to go |
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Time to choke and not a lil bit, roll up a swisha shit |
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I'm be smokin til my lungs get big,(til wha?) my lungs get big, |
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Nigga Chorus [x2] [K-Roc] |
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Who is that? |
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Tha rockla nigga, comin up tha block sparklin |
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Lettin my dawgs holla in my black |
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Ashton Martin's |
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What you got nigga? |
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We some soljaz, we marchin |
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Like my nigga, |
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P, tha industry is a toy |
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We bangin wit tha |
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East Coast flow and tha hub coast twang |
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But a crook 4 life nigga, that's tha game, got claim? |
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I gotta AK 47 and |
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I call it |
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KC Cause he sound so sweet, when |
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I let him go and release heat |
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Cant forget his brotha |
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JoJo, tha 44 on my hip |
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When I run outta his brotha, best believe he a trip |
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Nigga sippin sumthin, comin down clean and |
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I'm dippin sumthin |
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Fast nigga, blow past niggaz like |
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Eric Dickerson |
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I aint sportin |
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Gators but you niggaz betta watch me though |
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Fubued out tha game, crooked chain, wit a foxy hoe |
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Feelin like a millionaire sippin |
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Hennessey |
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Full of green trees, you niggaz betta picture me |
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Chorus[x2] |
