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Oooh oooh |
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Flashin' (*belches*) |
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Oooh |
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I'm gone off that boy and dog food, purina chow-chow |
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Pow pow, hot lead on a nigga head g-style |
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Never understood, grew up in the hood |
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Never knew right from wrong |
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Get to dumpin on a nigga for nothin for no reason |
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Mannish little knucklehead, hardhead heathen |
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Meanin, give a fuck about life, i seen my momma |
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Stab my daddy in the stomach with a knife |
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When i was three years old, finally figured it out |
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That's why a nigga sold coke, clientele and clout |
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Without a motherfuckin doubt, take a nigga out |
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For tryin to goaltend a motherfucker paper route |
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Wet his ass up, fat lady single |
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Fully automatic converted by my whiteboy arsonist |
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Fire extingusher, if you ain't spendin with me then motherfucker |
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You betta damn sure be workin for me and that's real as fuck |
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Either that, i get your jaw wired up, pathological liar |
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Dope game got me like this, murder for hire |
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Smokin more bomb than cheech and chong, i'm sayin |
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Hit up denny's resteraunt and order a gang of food |
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Run up out of that prejudiced fuck-ass motherfucker |
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Without even havin any n kind of intention on even payin |
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Damn near flashin, that's what the fuck i'm doin |
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And i'm blastin up in this motherfucker |
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I got my motherfuckin weiner out and i'm sayin fuck the world |
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I'm pissin on everything, fuck it, nigga i'm flashin |
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I'm actin bad |
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I got all kind of marbles on the motherfuckin table |
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And i'm tellin a motherfucker you touch my shit and i'm flashin |
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Understand my shit, the situation is way damn real |
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Motherfucker i'm drunk off the shit |
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And i'm breakin bottles on the pavement, i'm flashin |
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Nigga i'm out there bad i'm poppin in the air for nothin |
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Nigga for no apparent reason i'm duh duh duh duh check it out |
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At this, got it fired up, choppers in the back of the truck |
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About to light the nigga crib up |
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Bang bang shoot em up claim fame |
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Got a little to my name, slick as sugar cane |
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Three in the mornin it's hard labor chasin paper |
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Nigga twerkin, go to several russian car |
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Cluckers comin through with vcr's |
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Microwave ovens and credit cards |
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Pullin all kind of heavy metal straps |
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Beatin bitches down with bumper jacks |
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L-r-p's bitches overseas shoot craps |
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Tryna to have more paper than a fax |
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Motherfuckers gettin to showin out when they off ecstasy |
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Liable, to fuck a hoe on her menstrual cycle |
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Vital, lookin out for the rival tribal dead on arrival |
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Psycho, it's all about survival |
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Quarter ounce zippers is on |
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Run up in his home while he slappin bones |
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With the chrome pist-al, pistol-whip a nigga |
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With a zap board, zenith hammer, arm and hammer |
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Bakin soda, listenin to the scanner |
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Scared man can't win, especially when i'm paper packin |
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Fetti stackin, mashin, flashin |
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I'm flashin, the elroy's pulled me over |
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And put the flashlight to my window and told me i was speedin |
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And i got to, fa-lashin on they ass |
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I got to actin like a demon the motherfuckers told me |
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The other day i go to turn off my p-g-and-e |
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Nigga and i got to actin bad and i got to flashin |
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On a motherfucker, motherfucker come out there |
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Talkin crazy to me lookin at me crazy up in the motherfuckin sto' |
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And i said, "bitch i'm f-ah-lashin!" |
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Don't let me get to flashin on yo' ass nigga |
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Motherfucker up in the club, and a motherfucker step on my shoe |
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And i got to fa-lashin! |
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It's all bad, motherfucker used to be my comrade |
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Used to fuck the same hoes, wear each others clothes |
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Closer than a booger to a nose, choosin vogues |
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Slammin cadillac do's together, cookin crack |
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And make these zippers back, overkill |
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Put the whammy on the whoop, be on the lookout |
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For the state troop, might shoot |
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Durin the drug deal, flippy at the mouth |
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Voluntarily ratted your motherfuckin folkers out |
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Tight about since little league, boy scouts |
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Paper route dropped a dime to get some days dropped |
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I'm uh, i'm ooh cranky, moody like a old hag |
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Shit gone get hella stanky if you square snitch-ass |
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Sucka butt-ass niggaz don't bring me back my motherfuckin duffle bag |
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Consequences off the hinges |
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Lean ballin, alcohol and weed |
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A thousand dollars worth of chump change, chicken feed |
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A criminal record a full of dirty deeds |
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Givin niggaz black eyes and bloody lips |
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Cauliflower ears and extra clips |
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Gun clappin music slappin party crashin |
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Blastin, motherfucker flashin |
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The holiday just came on the first second and third of the month |
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Made my check late and i got to, flashin on motherfuckers |
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Next door neighbor hollerin that shit about my beat too loud |
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I walked up the motherfuckin steps and i got ta |
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Tellin that bitch i'm f-ah-lashin |
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Send a rookie to the store to bring me back some rossi ron |
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He brought me back chablais, and i get to flash |
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On that bitch ass motherfucker, silly nigga |
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Yknahmsayin? a motherfucker up in this motherfucker flashin |
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Get to testin my testicles nigga and i'ma flash on yo' ass |
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Behind my back and it get back to me and i'm flashin |
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Lost all my money up in the dice game and i flash |
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Didn't let me up in the club cafe echelon and go to flashin |
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Dopefiend ran off with a hundred count of my defense and i flashed |
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B of a wouldn't cash my faulty money order |
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So i took it to scottie's to keep myself from flashin |
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Bought $250 worth of liquor and they tried to charge me |
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For some ice and i flashed |
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Got jumped outside a house party and my fools left me for dead |
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When i got home i seen them motherfuckers |
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And they ass was in the red, i got to flashin |
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I tell ya, bitch these niggaz i tell ya |
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Shit i tell ya, shit shit shit shit bitch, shit! |
