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Aiyyo we headed to a party to go see what's happening |
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Smoking a lot in the car turn on some rappen |
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Start to freestyle we be up on our way |
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Finish up the blunt, somebody pass me that tray |
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Get on the freeway yo it's after dark |
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I guess it always pulls up by the night |
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Letting all kinds of speed cars pass |
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Just so they can harass our black ass |
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Police pulling us over for no reason |
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Searching the car, like it's nigga hunting season |
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Yeah, around asking about where's the pound |
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Where's the gun? Are y'all niggaz on the run? |
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You got warrants? Y'all niggaz ready for some informin'? |
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That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin' |
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Except it's real life, like they rushing up your residence |
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Searching your crib, they can't find no evidence |
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The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan |
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Kick brands after man so our whole crew can expand |
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They all wanted me to drive the getaway car |
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I was like fuck it, 'cuz I ain't got no dough anyway |
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The strange plant they brought in my garage |
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They get large, then they gather the entourage |
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My niggaz straight hit the bank then broke the hell out |
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So much money you couldn't even get that smell out |
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I got laced with thirty G's to keep 'em freeze |
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Plus a nigga ratted so far goes on a breeze |
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Police talking about where's the dead president |
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I said, "Fuck y'all, niggaz ain't got no evidence" |