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Real niggas ride wit' us |
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You haters gotta ride the bus |
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Smoke till when my brain gon' bust |
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Bank account so plush, the fed's on us |
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Real niggas ride wit' us |
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You haters gotta ride the bus |
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Smoke till when my brain gon' bust |
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Bank account so plush, the fed's on us |
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Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, cross the bridgy of |
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Mississippi |
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I slang thangs, make bread, easy like |
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JiffyCall me a cool nigga or a |
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Mr. Refriger |
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Kids ask me "Mr. can you get crunk and jiggy?" |
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I reply quickly, bottle of |
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Andres or |
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CrissySmoke backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get busy |
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I wake up with two dimes, both named |
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NikkiI'm a playa dirty, no passion marks, no hickies |
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Cats make me sick when |
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I roll through y'all city |
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Lookin' like angry mad, face mad, teeth gritty |
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You gon' make me go back into my days of |
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U-CityCornrows, penny bros and new |
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DickiesAhh shit, when situation looks shitty |
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I got that thang with me, plus |
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I Puff like |
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DiddyYou niggas can't hang with me, or pop the pain with me |
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So wrap some mo' and hop in the |
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Range with me |
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No picture me rollin', |
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Optimo, glocka four-four |
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Four-do' Range |
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Rov', mink with matchin' |
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KangolWhole hood like "Oh", freakin' 'em out they mind |
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D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, |
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I know they want 'em |
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Not, you see the watch, |
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Rollie or |
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G-shotYou hear me four, five blocks before you see me, that's the knock |
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I need not speak on that, |
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I speak on |
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ZackAnd how he better fix my shit or give my eight |
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G's backSalute the rugged, flip screen, you gotta love it |
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Navigational system behind the ten, duckin' the public |
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Take my chain off to thaw out, battle four out |
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We fill, the fattest wad a hun'neds you ever saw out |
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Son break the jar out, twist the muskie |
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Only real niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me |
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If I'm lyin', bad mouth, slap then crush me |
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Cus me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me' |
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Cause only real niggas ride wit' us |
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You haters gotta ride the bus |
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Smoke till when my brain gon' bust |
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Bank account so plush, the fed's on us |
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Real niggas ride wit' us |
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You haters gotta ride the bus |
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Smoke till when my brain gon' bust |
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Bank account so plush, the fed's on us |
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I'm like the battery, |
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I come through every door on a cell |
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Mr. Energizer, forever ready to make a mil' |
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**** that |
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Cris', let it spill, |
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I hit the gas, and make it peel |
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I'm smokin' twenty inches of |
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Parelli, wha, up off the wheel |
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I hit the jewelry store at noon, slight case of the chills |
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I got the face too damn chunky, 'cause it still read "Twelve" |
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Well, hell, not a shit starter but |
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I be startin' some shit |
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Half the time |
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I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin' pissed |
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Me, got they miss, |
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I done, caught they wrist |
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And they be thinkin' you cockblockin' 'cause you gave her a kiss |
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I walks over to your bitch and asks her "Who's is this?" |
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Tell 'em one more time just in case he forgets |
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I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the chinky eye |
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Comin' be like |
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I, ay, EI, ready the guy |
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Nigga hella high, country grammar, yellin "EI" |
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****in' your cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin' none |
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You shoulda' seen this lady's face when |
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I walked in the bank |
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I'm the school boy, |
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I'm Hollywood, smellin' like dank |
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Lookin' like |
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I don't know left from right |
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Holdin' a check, got the whole front desk like "Murphy's set for life" |
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I agree wit' em, |
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I exchange sacks with seeds in 'em |
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Drivin' eighty in the rainiest |
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Rov', TV's in 'em |
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I'm St. Lou, plus true to the arch equals |
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I'm realI'm |
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Hollywood, plus true to the heart equals a mil' |
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I'm killin' y'all, matter fact |
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I'm killin' myself |
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In a category with |
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T-Boz, I'm feelin' myself |
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It gets no better, |
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Slo says it gotta get better |
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Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we gotta get leather |
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I'm like, what, real playas roll on dubs |
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Lunatics like |
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And haters can't kick it wit' us and our blunts tight |
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We smokin till our brain gon' bust |
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Gettin' head in the back of the truck, |
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City what up |
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I'm like only real niggas ride wit' us |
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You haters gotta ride the bus |
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Smoke till when my brain gon' bust |
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Bank account so plush, the fed's on us |
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Real niggas ride wit' us |
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You haters gotta ride the bus |
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Smoke till when my brain gon' bust |
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Bank account so plush, the fed's on us |
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Real niggas ride wit' us |
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You haters gotta ride the bus |
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Smoke till when my brain gon' bust |
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Bank account so plush, the fed's on us |
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Real niggas ride wit' us |
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You haters gotta ride the bus |
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Smoke till when my brain gon' bust |
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Bank account so plush, the fed's on us |
