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I left my love in San Francisco with ten pounds of indo |
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I put her on the road with the work |
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Told her: "hold that first, I'm gon' cash out, get mo'" |
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Down from the jump, hand on the pump, she my shot gun rida' |
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If a nigga want funk, throw him in the trunk |
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Burn him up, pass my lighter |
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Smokin' on killa, straight casualties |
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In your weed like Mickey and Mallory |
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A pimp nigga, bitch nigga, yeah, I gotta be |
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A broke bitch fuck with my allergies |
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(Phoow!) Damn Fred, God bless you |
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These niggas and these hoes can't stress you |
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A sack of the good, rollin' the wood, ain't no pressure |
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I got money on my mind, dope is on my line |
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Police tryna hit me but they miss me every time |
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'Bout to smoke it right, pourin' up a pint |
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Police tryna hit me but the miss me every time |
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Smokin' and ridin X3 |
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The gangsta Gibbs and we cruising down these ghetto streets |
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You checkin' out his trials, seeing how they be |
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His cup full of pink, mines full of brown |
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And you know that's us coming down the block when you hear that sound |
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Right now I'm smoking with Gibbs but girl I'm thinking 'bout you |
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Then I smoke some more with Problem too |
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And when we done smoking, I'm tryna get to you, baby, baby |
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Smokin' and ridin X 6 |
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Half a zip of that cali-flower |
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Every time I write rhymes in first class |
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New Rollie on, that's how I define hard times |
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Long way from them drive-bys |
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Them ratchet hoes and them drug dealers |
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Bougie party need a fifty plus |
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I'm bring ratchet hoes and all drug dealers |
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R-N-S, I love niggas, almost more than I love weed |
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Body shots, I see bloods bleed |
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Once you return to hood they say "blood leave" |
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That's how they show me they love me |
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I thank 'em now that I smash off |
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Drop some bread in my cash vault |
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Then hit the block and drop a half off |
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Smoke with me, roll it up |
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Money stacks getting Kobe tall |
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My young ridder hit his first lick |
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We celebrate even though they roll |
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Dream drug keepin' me calm |
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Stay focused on what I need to do |
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I'm the one, there's no need for two |
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I breathe the block, you bleed the truth |
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Smokin' and ridin X9 |
