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Know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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This motha****ing song dedicated |
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To them weak ass bitches that follow me in the club |
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On that weed, that white, that liquor, the whole xanax bars |
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That X whatever the **** they on |
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You know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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They think 'cause they drunk and they crunk |
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And they got a unit in the trunk |
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That they just some hard motha****ers |
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You know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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But really they's the weak bitches |
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You know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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You fall up in |
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V.I.P. that's the real killas sittin' in the back(HCP) |
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Waitin' on yo motha****in' ass |
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You know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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BitchSmoke a blunt, get drunk, hit a line of that funk |
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Now you fallin' up in the spot and you thinkin' that you crunk |
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You ain't crunk, yous a punk and |
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I'ma show you that tonight |
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All it takes is one killer to step and we can start a fight |
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In the middle of the club, bitch wasup we can do this shit |
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Security ain't gonna jump in the way because they scared of this |
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Implantin' this into ya brain so you know the next time you cross the line |
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Again it's standin' full of sin when you **** wit the boss |
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Biggest, badest, roughest motha****er, but ya still a bitch |
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I'm comin' in crunker than the others for the **** of it |
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Liquor bottles hit ya harder than some syrup when ya slum |
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Have ya shakin', fakin', body achin' by the time |
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I'm doneLegally this isn't right but ask me if |
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I give a shit |
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Peacefully |
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I'll read your rights and have you beggin' me to quit |
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Hit ya weed and liquor or whatever else it takes to jump |
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Just remember, just 'cause you ****ed up it doesn't mean your crunk |
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I know you strapped but you cowards like to play hard |
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And knowin' that you don't wanna catch a murder charge |
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See butsters like to get full of that weed and liquor snort a line |
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In ya mind now yous a killer |
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I know you strapped but you cowards like to play hard |
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And knowin' that you don't wanna catch a murder charge |
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See butsters like to get full of that weed and liquor snort a line |
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In ya mind now yous a killer |
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Damn man goddamn |
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Paul, man you might have |
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To slow this motha****er down a little bit man |
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I'm on that syrup man, |
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I'm high and |
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I'm drunk man |
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You need to slow down |
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I'm not scared of you just 'cause you came in actin' a damn fool |
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Runnin' lip talkin' shit, bet you wouldn't without ya tool |
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Now ya hard very hard ballin' down the boulevard |
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Pissy pants doin' ya dance, |
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I'm behind ya in a faster car |
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Weak as water so is yo mama, father and ya faculty |
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Quickly sauder up yo lips so you can't trip or speak of me |
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Watch me creep up from the back wit gats and pick you off by ones |
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Had to repaint the walls wit ya while ya smokin' on ya blunt |
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Hate to be the one to show you that drugs kill and that's a fact |
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But I love that |
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I am the one who put the bullet in your back |
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Next time when you step to the plate come back and just let it rip |
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Stead of bitchin' out |
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I thought you crunk, you ran back to ya whip |
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Holy ghost is up in ya when you see me you fade away |
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Makin' fun of all you cowards powered by a pack of bay |
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Hopefully one day you'll find out in the end you just a bitch |
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Until then just keep on drinkin' smokin' snortin' up some shit |
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I know you strapped but you cowards like to play hard |
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And knowin' that you don't wanna catch a murder charge |
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See butsters like to get full of that weed and liquor snort a line |
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In ya mind now yous a killer |
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I know you strapped but you cowards like to play hard |
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And knowin' that you don't wanna catch a murder charge |
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See butsters like to get full of that weed and liquor snort a line |
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In ya mind now yous a killer |
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I know you strapped but you cowards like to play hard |
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And knowin' that you don't wanna catch a murder charge |
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See butsters like to get full of that weed and liquor snort a line |
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In ya mind now yous a killer... |
