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[Chorus 2x] |
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I roll slow through my city and Norwalk be the spot |
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Where Lil Cuete kicks it, drinking, smoking pot |
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Strolling through the One-Ways, the fun ways where I stay |
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And if you got some pleto homeboy bring it my way |
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[Verse 1] |
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I'm nothing but the real thing and to me you ain't nothing |
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So step up to me ese so I can show you something |
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You know I'm always packing; I'm everything you're lacking |
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And somebody like you, can't handle someone like me |
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I'm never taken lightly |
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And if you think I'm bluffing come and try me |
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And you'll see I'm just like my click |
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I'm getting crazy, amazing to be this ****ing sick |
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A lot of down ass vatos but your the one I picked |
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To me you're just a *****, a stupid ass lame |
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Not even from a gang, just trying to claim the fame |
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I'll tell you one more time, its Norwalk what I bang |
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We're all sick in the mente, crazy insane |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 2] |
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I'm downing fools that shit talk |
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I represent the sick box |
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I'm wrapping fools in zip blocks |
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He had nothing but sick thoughts |
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Money filled in big pots |
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We're never using eye drops |
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Never will our high stop |
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Never will our high stop |
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******* late at night tripping off the cloud of pipes |
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Starting a gun-fight with another rival |
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Shooting 'em down with a rifle |
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The number One Gun is me |
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Remember when you change the Q in to C |
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But **** the C I'll cross it out |
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Right before I take you out |
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I'm taking a trip to the beach |
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And I'm throwing him off the at pier |
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Fear when I'm near, no one will hear |
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When I'm throwing him under |
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Fool, it's the one whenever you think that I'm leaving |
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I'm leaving you bleeding |
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The Demon deceive 'em whenever I'm coming ahead |
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Shooting them all until their dead, until their dead |
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[Chorus 2x] |
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Yeah...Little Peter Cuete |
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If anybody got offended by this mother****ing album |
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I just got one thing to say to you.. |
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**** YOU!! Huh... little gun and I'm out |
