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Shit, Z-Ro the |
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Crooked, I know y'all |
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Been waiting on this here, yeah shit |
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R.I.P. Big |
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Mello, Screw, |
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Mafio, Big |
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Boo, Gator |
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All the fallen soldiers man, |
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Southside |
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Eastside, |
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Westside, |
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Northside, know |
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I'm saying |
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All my partnas, all your dead partnas |
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But shit, |
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I still feel stress, still gotta get something |
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Off my chest, while these hoe niggas be doing what |
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They be doing, |
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I don't know though, shit fuck it |
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We gon stay two deep in a fo' do' [Z-Ro] |
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Slow Loud |
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And Bangin', all in my trunk |
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Trunk full of funk, |
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I ain't never been a punk |
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I blow on skunk, |
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I blow on doja |
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Military minded, |
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I'm a motherfucking soldier |
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Out the streets, of the |
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Ridgemont 4 |
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Not no bitch, and say |
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I still ain't a hoe |
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Letting niggas know, everyday of the year |
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I pimp my pen, and |
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I get my point clear |
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Why niggas wanna talk down, |
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I don't know |
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Gotta take a trip to |
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Akapoko, from the 4 |
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With my 4-4 on my side, when |
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I ride Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box |
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And I'm gone, nigga old glory |
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I'm H-Town to |
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Cali, just like |
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Robert Ory |
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If I do a murder, flee the murder scene |
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No missing shortage on the drank, |
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I can't find no lean |
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From Southwest to |
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Southfese, bitch it's about war not bout peace |
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Nigga like me, |
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I'm bout knocking out teeth |
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Know I'm saying, |
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I'll loose your grill |
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A nigga coming down, in the |
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Coupe Deville |
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Looking gravy, looking real throwed |
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I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross road |
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With my K on my side, |
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I'm ready to ride |
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And if I gotta go, it'll be a homicide |
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Me and another nigga, on the way to the |
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Golden Gate |
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A nigga like me, can't wait |
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Just to make it, to another day |
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Gotta get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way |
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When I come around your corner, so slow |
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It'll be the nigga, in the damn |
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Polo It's the rap lawing, jackers ain't barring |
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Why I skipped the slab, when |
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I went straight to foreign |
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Said it like |
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I said it, in the old school |
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Some niggas they be red, but |
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Z-Ro blue |
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I come around your corner, but |
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I ain't set tripping |
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But I will, wet niggas and wet women |
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With the calico, |
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I had to let a motherfucker know |
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That I come around your corner, in a |
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Lincoln four do' |
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A fox photo, cause |
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I do it in a flash |
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Nigga watch out, cause that could be your ass |
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I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong |
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I flicks my bar, sip then |
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I swoll on |
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Get on, the motherfucking bench |
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And when the laws hit the corner, |
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I hit the fence |
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They wonder where |
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I went, they keep looking |
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I don't give a fuck, like |
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Tyson I keep hooking |
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Or maybe like |
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Lenox, I'm strong to the finish |
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I'm like the ghetto |
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Popeye, but |
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I don't need spinach |
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I'ma keep going, |
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I keep on flowing just like the |
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Nile Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime |
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I smile Look and load a, nigga ashtray |
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Everytime he smile, he can turn the night to day |
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You can open up the pop, and let the smoke come out |
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We don't give a damn, bout a crooked ass cop |
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Crooked officer, crooked officer |
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Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya |
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Me and Dougie, my motherfucking brother |
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R.I.P., to my motherfucking mother |
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That's the |
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Dorothy Marie |
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McVay Matthew |
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There's ten toes planted, in my motherfucking shoe |
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I gotta be a man, hope you understand |
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There's nothing but the work, and the calico in my hand |
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On a corner on the |
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Ridgevan, and |
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I'm serving a fiend |
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A real live |
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B-Boy, and you know what |
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I mean I be stacking up chips, like |
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Lego Dark on a pump, just like |
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Calvin Kato |
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Loosen to the rocket, a four-peat like |
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Comets I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him vomit |
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On the grind, |
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I'ma take a trip on |
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Greyhound |
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I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the ground |
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Headed to |
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Lake Charles, or headed to |
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Lafayette |
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Maybe off in |
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Alexandria, but |
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I ain't finished yet |
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I gotta make a hoe |
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I-10, I sin |
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Then I, do it again |
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I get my ends, |
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I'm in my motherfucking |
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Benz-e Got these hoes running round, in a friendse |
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I be busting full clips, till they empty |
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A piece of potent pussy, might tempt me |
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Rain is trying to send me, to the |
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Penitentiary |
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The main reason why, |
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I ain't friendly |
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I'm wired up, but |
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I ain't on no damn slaughter |
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Dejaun in the back, and he got the camcorder |
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Recording everything, the 4's gon swang |
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Still pulling up, on |
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Fondren and the |
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Main Looking lovely, got to look good |
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I throw up |
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Ridgemont 4, cause that's my hood |
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Never been a hoe, |
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I'm letting hoes know |
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I gotta get a fucking |
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P-L-A-T, but first a |
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G-O L-D, a motherfucking plack |
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I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back |
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And I use my, motherfucking tool |
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Make her say ouch, when |
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I hit her with the mule |
