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Man Pass that, what |
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Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe) |
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Got the three will motion (Sick and so low) |
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Such a good feeling (and I'm so high) |
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I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack) |
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Low key OG', it's Roscoe the soto |
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I'm blowin dodo on a low low, duckin from the popo |
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I'm known to hit the city traffic Grippin the millimatic for static |
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Catch me up all up ya' Bentley jackin' |
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Your stereo system drillinatics |
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When I'm open for the law Through it all, |
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we deliquents Yeah A-wall and juvi hall |
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With a stink cent, from chronic dogg |
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Through out my car, THC all through all my cigar |
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With a drink bent, about to vomit all over the yard |
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My loose spits freely roamin' the reservoir |
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My tooth chipped, now I spit better bars |
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My crew sick, persuing the stars and to shoe fits |
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We're not the ones to hate on a fool with on-ones |
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The wrong young guns to screw with |
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We assasins, from head to toe |
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Stay in tune with, ball with us, it's Russian rulette |
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Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe) |
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Got the three will motion (Sick and so low) |
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Such a good feeling (and I'm so high) |
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I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack) |
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Hey, the way I feel, I like smoking |
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Ah hurry up showty', roll the joint |
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Oh work it out little mama |
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Let me see your ass scrub the floor |
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And ohh lord, the straigh henessey hit me in the spot |
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And ohh lord, party like it's the last day you got |
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Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe) |
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Got the three will motion (Sick and so low) |
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Such a good feeling (and I'm so high) |
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I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack) |
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Yeah, they call me young sco' goodie |
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Dungeon Family, from ATL to LA all day and philly philly |
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See me dippin' with my Eastside thugs and my Westside gangstas |
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Get with the perty mild, reppin' the dirty south |
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Roscoe, Keko, Rico, Sleepy and Cee-lo |
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Yeah, we rollin' Geo's on the d-lo in g-mode |
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Now this is what sounds like, when the g's cry |
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We ease up, speed by ya, and squeeze fire |
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I'm bicostal don, I'm off the wire, in all bulletproof attire |
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Until the day I retire, |
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Me and bro, we share two heeps and one vest |
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We keep em' underneath the seat, |
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So come test the young jack rabbit, with a bad habbit |
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The jab rabbit, rap addict |
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Ever since I first took a stab at it |
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Up in the lab slash attic |
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With the studio set up, and the walls padded |
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Yeah |
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Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe) |
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Got the three will motion (Sick and so low) |
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Such a good feeling (and I'm so high) |
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I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack) |
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Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe) |
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Got the three will motion (Sick and so low) |
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Such a good feeling (and I'm so high) |
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I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack) |
