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I might long mink it |
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Or fly fox it |
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Might floor seat it |
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Or skybox it |
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What's in my pocket? |
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Don't worry |
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I got it Araab hit em with a sky rocket |
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You a love cuffer, me and my blood brothers? |
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Cook the beef like |
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Fuddruckers, duck sucker |
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What I think of them? |
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I ain't no judge, ****** |
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What I deal with? |
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Nothin' but drugs, brother |
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Smack ya girl, kill ya pops, take ya mother |
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Stab ya aunt, hit ya sis, duct tape ya brother |
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First drawer is all suede, |
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Jamaican colors |
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Make em take cover |
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Me? I teach laundering |
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Coke, please bond with me |
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Only time you meet girls on |
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E-Harmony |
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The block, |
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I treat, like the |
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Pharmacy From the back of |
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Delanor to the |
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Armory (Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa...) [Verse 2: Vado] |
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Sliiiiiiiiiime! |
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Yo, if these walls could speak, they'd tell me "Let's go! " |
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Like Wall |
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Street, Billy |
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First, Meeko and |
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Gecko Was ambitious, determined |
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I'm in Joe |
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Pesch mode |
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They put my name in the black book cause they petro |
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Black retro's, yeah them 60 plus |
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And black expo, necks broke just to look at us |
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Ridiculous delivery, the boss type |
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She fell in love with my kick game like paw spikes |
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Half the ******t, you spit plain, you part nice |
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Half the brick is cooked cain, that's hard white |
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Automar bright, all the haters respect it |
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Feel like the governor in the |
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Schwarzenegger collection |
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I'm just ******' them, |
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I don't care who she slept with |
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Shorty only good for the throat like chloraseptic |
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These rappers hot combs, your boy the next pick |
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I don't straighten it out, get blown when the tech spit (Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa...) [Verse 3: Vado] |
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Yo I was always a smart ass, pullin' |
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BM's out of |
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Park Ave Hand the rock to em off the ground like a bounce pass (Coke cash!) |
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So was my heart when the pound blast |
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You could ****** up some paper just make sure gutter mouth stash |
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No OutKast, love me low in the |
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Big Boi Border her ass, throw some |
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D's on it like |
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Rich Boy Benz high class, |
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Crown Vic's be our 6-4 |
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******t is like |
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Crenshaw, way to be |
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Blood and |
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Crip calls [Verse 4: Cam'ron] |
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He ain't lying get thrown from the 6th floor |
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Blown from the 4-5 my ****** in ya ****** jaw |
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All them diamonds that's what my wrist for |
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Any problems? |
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That's what the clique for |
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****** a big tour, |
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I sail on the sick shore |
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Girls are like lotto, |
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Doggy I pick 4 |
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Word, Homie |
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They phony |
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Macy's, Neiman's, |
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Bloomy's they know me (Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa...) |