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Peep the reprucussions |
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Causing deep discussions |
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Brothers that fight might only speak to cousins |
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Rugged life but niggas in my fleet is stubborn |
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Grandma's they turn to stella's when they need some loving |
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My name holds weight, bigger than a saint bernard |
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Some think because its rap that it aint a job |
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Think again, i try to sepearate my do's from don'ts |
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Niggas be slittin they wrist, losing they hoes |
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Some dudes be confused when they broke |
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Misrabale, looking death in the eye dont blink quick to smile |
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My hoodrats be women now, ?? lot |
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Yall'a always be my bitches lonely or not |
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How much ass can i pass up? tilt your glass up |
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This one's for the kids in arkansas that shot they class up |
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When i smoke i like my hash crushed beleive it or not |
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Q-b forever niggas keeping it locked |
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Smoking cheeba |
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Some supply it some'll grow it |
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Reefer |
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Some'll buy it some'll roll it |
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The chronic |
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If you try'd it then you know it |
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The toxic |
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I'm getting high when i roll it |
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You know i wanna hit the chocolate |
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Some brothers love to see them clouds |
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The hydro |
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Some brothers love to get aroused |
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The la-la |
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In some paper or a dutch |
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The ganja |
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I cant wait to get a rush |
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Marijuana |
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I play cards with ray charles |
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Cheat for a grand |
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Once i deal out the deck take a peak at his hand |
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He got blackjacks but still losing is ?{weak |
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I write a hook and feel my beat |
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Trayino, mike g should read his feet}? |
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Play these niggas |
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Now in 98 no time to graze niggas |
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Cause they might tell |
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White judges, like the icegrill |
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Hoes set you up-the same way that pac and mike fell |
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Private affairs if i know your wife well |
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Switch to different subjects |
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Some of the styles that i hit you up with |
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I make it hard for you to kick your tough shit |
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Major adjustments |
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I package a flame for all you bustas |
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Wrapped up put on a shelf full of substance |
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I drug clicks, anti-biotic, rarely spotted |
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Niggas hear my name periodic |
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I feel we got it king of new york |
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Only the real'll cop it |
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Chorus |
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I been all across the world on my quest for some herb |
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Spots be selling dirt keep the federal resevere |
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Smoking in bongs, niggas know that its 'dro in the bronx |
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I like that stinky green shit that be growing in swamps |
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Half-baked puff, puff, then you pass it to me |
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Good weed'll make you eat the last shit on your plate |
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Forget your songs seperate stix from stones |
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If your chronic come with stix leave that shit alone |
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Reapeat chorus 2x |
