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Geah, AOTP, that's gangsta nigga |
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Sour Diesel the album is here |
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Yeah, uh |
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Tempo take, no shirt with a cold smirk |
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A J A, runaway babe with no shirt |
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Shady endeavors, you play me neva |
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I'm a product of my environment plus the 80's era |
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Buckin' half lip, gas spit when the grass lit |
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Sour Diesel trippin' off acid |
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That's the way my youngaz play, they so loco |
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They transport their work in coffee beans from SoHo |
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Then what? |
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So what you think you tellin' us with them jail threats |
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We know how to bids scrap, know how to live scrap |
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Dudes got bright ideas till they get wig clapped |
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This games just a big trap |
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Pullin' lil kids rats |
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And it's all the same; they do a video, bling-bling |
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Then they go pawn their chains (Faggots) |
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So we don't care about y'all dudes that rap hard |
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Y'all names up in bright lights and mines is on a black card |
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That's gangsta nigga |
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[Demoz] |
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Ayo I fuck with the beast slice, wouldn't do this acapella |
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Bitches lookin' at my ways, they look like helicopter propellers |
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Fuck you mean you gettin' mozzarella |
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You payed a hundred for them jeans, them bitch's Rocafella |
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Hella weed and my dutch got me medicated |
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Meditated bitch, niggas hatin' cause I'm educated |
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Street smart, we fart, nigga I am elevated |
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Flowin' like a helium baloon without my head inflated |
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This shit you rap about other niggas laugh about |
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I'm hungry so I'm clappin' out |
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Ya adam till the apple's out |
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Pills and apple juice, you pissin' I just have to ask |
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It's funny so I have to brag |
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You shittin' in a plastic bag |
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You'se a faggot man, I'll clap you like a Pakistan |
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A rope around ya neck |
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I'll hold you up like a traffic jam |
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Trash ya man if I'm Diesel with the gun |
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[Reef the Lost Cauze] |
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Geah, Nixon, I got you baby, it's Cauze |
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Niggas is trash, betta step ya bars up |
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Broke outta jail told 'em step their bars up |
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Ya haze is two base, step your jars up |
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Break ya face up chump, step your jaw up |
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All Chucks, my true flame niggas |
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Buss thru ya fuckin' wall like that cool laid nigga |
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Oh-yeah, the rest ought to know I'm the best |
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And you a flake like fresh fallin' snow |
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Fuckin' flake ass chump, Hollywood niggas |
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I'm 26 but in the game about five of those |
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Wars, tours, albums, got five of those |
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So pay homage, don't let me catch you poppin' shit |
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Cause I'll kill ya career before you drop a disc |
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Who hot as this? Bring me to ether nigga |
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I'll beast, battered, deep fried eat the nigga |
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King Kong, Chewbacca straight beastin' nigga |
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You talk greasy, but I just don't believe you niggas |
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Me neither, nope! |
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[Planetary] |
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Before I get caught by the Federally's |
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I move my family to Cali |
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You pushin' kush in the alley |
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I'm pushin' 08 Denali's |
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I'm ridin' out like a renegade |
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Reef rockin' shotty |
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We got a trunk full of hand grenades to dismantle ya body |
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You niggas rappin' like you ain't been potty trained |
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I got pots to piss in, niggas step ya polly game |
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Gas high, but fuck that, I don't ride the train |
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If I can't afford it, I start recordin' a lotta flame |
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You know they had to invite Planet nigga! |
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I'm Mike Jordan on top of my game |
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That's why I treat Nixon like Pippen |
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Cause with 'em they can't stop my reign |
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This shit gangsta, lemme explain |
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Demoz will cut ya and leave you framed at the train tracks |
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You all bloody and tied up to the third realm |
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Cryin' for ya momma, but the drama where you first fell |
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You too feminem, take it to the grave witcha |
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When ya head detach, I'm a laugh and Paz take the pictures |
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This shit gangsta |
