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(MJG) |
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I come and go and chill as I please |
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160 miles per hour on Greentrees |
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Really ain't no reason to try and pretend these |
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Hoes ain't down and willin' to bend knees |
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I ease |
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Up off of my gas to smash brakes |
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I'm gazin at a stout piece of ass at high stakes |
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To make it to the top of my game what will it take? |
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I gots to get some glue in my life, before I break |
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Shake rattle and roll hold the dice until I can't |
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It's time for G to toss up in the paint |
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Pimpin' ass real nigga |
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I squeeze big ass and big trigga |
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And leave hard weak ass niggas in big rivers |
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Who in the **** got stuck you bucked and outta luck |
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Lookin to find trouble with me, now that's enough |
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Mutha****as |
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I torture yo ass and make you suffer |
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I'm spittin real shit you false niggas can smother cuz |
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Chorus: |
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I know the flows that drops the hoes clothes |
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T makes the beats that heats the whole streets |
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If you got the time |
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Fine I got the rhyme |
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Shine and Recline |
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Vibe and sip wine |
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(Eightball) |
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I be the nigga who really don't give a **** man |
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Rough and tough I'm puttin strain on your weak game |
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Hard and real dammit I never knew another way |
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Rappin bout the shit that happens round a nigga everyday |
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Life is hard and hoes ain't free, believe me |
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Ask them real G's dying in the penetentiary |
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Old and cold, ain't no love in the steel cage |
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It's all about your freedom in this mutha****in space age |
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Some got chosen, some choose and lose |
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Some pay dues, snooze, and lose what they choose |
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I, be, PIMP NIGGA SUPREME! |
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Invest some cream and straight sell a ho a dream |
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Bust on wax and rip tracks by T-Mix |
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Hated cuz I talk real shit bout a freak bitch |
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Peep this I don't give a **** about what |
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Somebody say they can die & suck a nigga nuts |
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Cornbread fed south women luva |
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Money-makin black fat mutha****a |
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Can't no other duplicate mine |
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It's all fine while we shine and recline |
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Chorus (2x) |
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(MJG) |
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I'm pimpin hoes till they mind gone |
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My rhymes on now where my money bitch? |
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How many suckas you trickin and who you runnin with? |
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Some stunnin shit you layin down with plain fools |
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Her nigga wanna send alumni back from school |
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Who you rule? |
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Not shit but yo mouth I brings proper shit to the ring |
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But shit you wear straight stops mutha****as |
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Lookin for reason to start trouble |
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You come with that shit 10 shots gonna bust yo bubble |
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Like a teardrop |
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I can't feel the pain, just my ears pop |
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The bullet just an inch from your brain |
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Live and he'll stop |
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You talkin cash shit but you writin' them rubber checks |
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And still don't know the way to commit with a brotha yet |
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God Damn! |
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Is this shit ham or is it Spam |
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I thought I had a bottle of jelly and got jammed |
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In the blender a million degrees |
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deep in December |
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The flashbacks weakened your mind so just remember cuz |
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Chorus (2x) |
