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Yeah, I'm kickin' it for real with B Real |
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Come on, kick that fly gangsta shit |
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Blowed away, flowin' away |
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Chillin' like a mothafucka |
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On this hot ass day |
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Damn, kinda hot, so I just |
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Ride as I glide down the wicked ass south side |
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So, as I begin to flow, my label is Death Row |
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Ya know, caddy to the flow |
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So fire up the bud for them niggas today |
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'Cause we be bumpin' with the groove |
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Gettin' blowed away |
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Let me take ya by the hand, let me tell ya somethin' good |
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There's a party goin' on, so let's ride through the hood |
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I don't wanna be late, don't wanna miss the fun |
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So hurry up and get ready |
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Before they roll up a fat one |
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(1) |
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If you smell any smoke |
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It's just me and my homies gettin' blowed away |
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(It's all good) |
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(Repeat 1) |
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Now we're rollin' 3 deep in my nigga's Caddillac |
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And the talk is down, the sounds are bumpin' from this ghetto track |
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If you wanna ride, all you do is pull out the stack |
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And baby you can get right in, for this 20 sack |
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(Repeat 1) |
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(Repeat 1) |
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(2) |
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They that there's a party tonight |
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There will be hoes shakin' they ass left to right |
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I'm havin' some fun, I got my gun |
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But no need for rat-tat-tat-tat |
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Roll a fat one |
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(Repeat 2) |
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And pass it around |
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Ohhh |
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Heyyy |
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I'm just gettin' off and it's been a long day |
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So I guess I'll go home and roll up a fat J |
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And smoke it in the tub, while I'm gettin' rubbed |
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Cuz a nigga like me got more hoes than a rug |
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Now I ain't tryna dis nobody, assist nobody |
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And I'm sure not the type that'll kiss anybody's ass |
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I lay, and say what I say |
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All due respects to Tim and DeVante' |
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For makin' a track that's fat, now it's time to get paid |
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So pass the J, and let's get blowed away |
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(Repeat 2 to fade) |
