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(feat. Quick Ta Mac) |
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[verse: Lil' 1/2 Dead] |
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It's 7:20 am and I'm already awoke |
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I'm bustin down all my chronic roaches is smoked |
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I'm hella mad cause I had me a bag but I lost it |
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Or else did I smoke it, or else had to toss it |
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Damn you forget shit fuckin 'round with this shit |
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But I gotsta have it, my habit's like an addict |
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I spark the sticky resedue immediately smoked |
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Don't let it gets the best of me I tells my troat |
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As I stepped out my house and stopped shortin, no loc |
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I ran back in and I grabbed my 4-4 |
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So I'm 'bout to slide to the side they ride on |
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And post up them hoes that I can gets my grind on |
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My mind on nuttin' but my loot today |
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Just coming up and flossin like dukes dekay |
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Fat sack, my strap and I'm rollin |
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And twelve packs dumpin and I'm smokin on the doja |
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[chorus x2: Lil' 1/2 Dead] |
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Still rollin and that's a fact |
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That nigga Half Dead and young Quicc Ta Mac (well allright) |
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Still rollin and you know that's right |
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Two B.G.'s from the.. eas-eastside |
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[verse: Quick Ta Mac] |
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Well the friday just hit and it's twelve o'clock |
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I gots my shit about to shot must stay T top |
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Karl motherfuckin T hooked me up with the bombay |
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So I gets my floss on, like that, peep the disflact |
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The summer's poppin and I'm gon be niggaz knockin (why) |
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'cause jealous motherfuckers talk shit when they see you clockin |
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But that ain't shit 'cause that's the same niggaz on my dick |
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Who wanna sell with me and bell with me and elevate their grip |
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The sun is up niggaz deep cloggin up the street |
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Too Cool hit up the spot with hoes in his backseat |
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My pants was creased and was faded |
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You might as well call me Smokey 'cause I'm in by in on friday |
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Too, that Boogaloo got me tweakin (uh huh) |
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Right now I'm chocolate speakin to talkin about this weekend |
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But you continue to dash up like mincheekin |
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This nigga Quick this Mike be peepin and have 'em niggaz leapin |
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[chorus x2: Lil' 1/2 Dead] |
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Still rollin and that's a fact |
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That nigga Half Dead and young Quicc Ta Mac (well allright) |
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Still rollin and you know that's right |
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Two B.G.'s from the.. eas-eastside |
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[verse: Lil' 1/2 Dead] |
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I decided to ride with a set-up camp |
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And put the lick down like a postman staff |
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Wrap around the corner 'cause the cops on hot revenge |
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'till the end then I drops my rocks on locks |
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Off the hoop 'cause the doobs got near |
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Plus niggaz is seem to see my shit is straight dancin the streets |
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Heat in my pants in case I have to trip |
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Double M with the extra clips |
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Slips never 'cause I always gots my strap and I |
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Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back |
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In fact, my sack was way off in the cut |
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And tryna make a sell and the cops pulled up, shucks |
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I had the ends and the cavvy in my hand |
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They took me to the station and my bell was too gray |
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I belled out and my pockets still swollin |
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And bellin up ocean nigga, and I'm still rollin |
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[chorus x4: Lil' 1/2 Dead] |
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Still rollin and that's a fact |
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That nigga Half Dead and young Quicc Ta Mac |
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Still rollin and you know that's right |
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Two B.G.'s from the.. eas-eastside |
