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We been a block like top notches |
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Gold things and topless |
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Hoes jockin reflections and diamonds from my watches |
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What's poppin? Smokin on veggas and kill switches |
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Homies twisted and fitted in EB and Hilfiger |
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Real niggas on my side ballin out of control |
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And all the hoes know we got the north financially sold |
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On the road, doing shows, backstage with hoes |
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Nobody knows what goes down once the doors is closed |
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Playa clickin on the scene, smokin Sacramento green |
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Leave as we sweep down your street in something clean |
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On a mission pimpin, flippin up chips to make a livin |
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Concentrate on millions, and sick of dealin these killins |
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It's another hustle everyday but I maintain |
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Caught up in this struggle, so I refuse to gangbang |
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Got my mind on bigtime, that this whole world owe us |
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Hollow Tip and the whole high side fittin to |
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Blow Up (everytime) |
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We don't have, we don't have to rush (let's not rush this thing) |
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It's not worth it (it's guarenteed that we) |
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Blow Up (we'll make, we'll make money) |
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Blow Up |
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Now I'm on the rise, and more exposed to my eyes |
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I'm in the 95 Maxima the limits the sky |
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High siden Eddie Bauer, I'm the man of the hour |
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Top dollar, with a hairy ball on my collar |
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Dry my eyes from all the rainy days |
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And slingin yay, now when we parley |
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Gold things spin to the bay |
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And to the day we close down shop |
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We got tapes to sling $50,000 knot |
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Sippin expensive drinks, 18k links |
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And more sophisticated than a top notch can think |
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In the industry risin, and we still high siden |
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Something fully equipped, Nautica and diamonds |
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Thought I wasn't sliden up in um cause I'm hollow |
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When Rimmie Marks swallows out the $30 bottle |
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When the Lexus roll up, babygirl hold up |
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Because I'm down with high side my whole clique fittin to |
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I'm on a mission about my mail, million dollar clientele |
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Nationwide I'm satisfied, but decide it was hell |
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I had to struggle hard to be financially stable |
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But now I'm in the light with hundred spokes on my label |
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Loungin in condos, sittin on leather and brass |
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Lookin at big screens, my Tommy Hil's full of cash |
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Can you imagine it, my whole crew havin it |
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Tuxedos and Benzes and automatic clips |
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On a rise to the top it's a trip nonstop |
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We in this game for the millions, scrilla over props |
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Gold things touch the ground, like green crush it down |
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Let my 15's hit till the hoes say must it pound |
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I'm the man across the land, pay my bills by the grand |
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Hoes rush me, tryin to touch me, got top notch fans |
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Now the struggle is over, no more jobs only your love |
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All these haters still talkin but they can watch a nigga |
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[Chorus] |
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Hollow Hollow, Hollow Hollow, Hollow Hollow.. |
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It ain't worth it |
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Sac Town, Sac Town, Sac Town, Sac Town |
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[fades] We can blow up.. |
