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f/ U.G.K. |
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Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat 8x) |
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[Pimp C] |
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For a trill, working the wheel, a pimp not a simp |
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Keep the **** fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp |
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We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning |
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Punk *******s make me sick with all the pidgeoning and bargaining |
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You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that *******t |
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You got a funny Geneva evil watch, with the Ferrari kit |
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Take that monkey *******t off, you embarrassing us |
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I got the web from mezzazine, thick orange and yellow cuffs |
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Hyper called on, on the hands-free phone |
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The '84 roam, on them blades, 20-inch chrome |
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If you got 16, you can get a biz-erp |
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I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp |
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[DJ Paul] |
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*******s scared to flaunt it, some *******s they want it want it |
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Some *******s they join it joint it, but I be ****** up up on it |
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Well we're the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bull*******t |
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If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' haves a ******* |
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Two *******s all at the mouth, *******s all at the ass |
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And plus there's some type of *******s that |
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Caught all night and she cool with that |
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She popped off a pill of X, and drank off some orange juice |
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And just when you thought she was freaky she done got super loose |
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*******s come in by threes and twos, all in circles like duck-duck-goose |
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All it wanted, can flaunted, she on that X and the tootie fruit |
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40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plus |
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The next is how its no ounce *******s |
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*******s sipping and dipping and tripping, man I'm bout all out |
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Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat 4x) |
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[Juicy J] |
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People always asking me, 'Me the Three 6 high on that' |
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Rolling on them X pills, scurry pup-pup powder packs |
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Woah-wuh where the ****** at, ain't like that we need that |
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Night crillers slow me down, want something that keep me easy |
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Nothing like that yella yella better hey you're itching man |
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Talking like you 'What's up, fool?' Vocal chords sounding lame |
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In my days all we did was G-fight on the quarter pound |
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Gone on coke, eyes are buck, he should have knocked you down |
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Now you're out, lay up all asleep when you're up on them wheels |
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Ain't no doubt, hit me when I peep for this wheat field |
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Once again, on my wicked high, gotta have that dank |
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Heard my name, Gino, I feel like I'm gonna ******g faint |
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[Bun B] |
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Let me continue what you know, I bring Nito and Young Guido |
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Hauling Vito, we play a tune sweeter than ?Bedito? |
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With my Three 6 *******s hoeing up in my southern creedo |
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Quick fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Vito |
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Cause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a Zanger |
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You ain't from the major boy, but you gets the middle finger |
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Humdanger, rum dranker, occaisionally take |
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Your ******* to the Tilly and be a ******* and cum slanger |
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When Big Bun come danger, ******* ring your alarm |
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Sexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palm |
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And that crazy *******t, I'm tripping on some skinny ******* |
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Some the hoes, I'm Florida the foes |
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And for the most I'm steady sippin' on some |
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Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' on some, sip (Repeat til fade) |
