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to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
Peeps call me up [phone
twerkin' wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out
beauty I never noticed the monster
And instead I just kept on reloading the revolver
Cock it back and blast
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 then the Russian black lead
up, cuz?
Thuggin' that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in
of blow
Rhymin' Deniro dough
Dundalero yo
Let the steel blow
Hear me yo, wild trump style
Dons connect three hundred ones wow
Floatin' like
relaxes and turns white
One, two, three, four, five
One, two, three, four, five
One, two, three, four, five
And so on
One, two, three, four
Everything's
wanna get him back
But I don't wanna do another custodial sentence
In a four-by-four pad
And I gotta take this time to apologize to my best friend
'Cause
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
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too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
Uh yea
It's BL'EVE
Every girl's a model when you got beer goggles
1 shot 2 shot 3 shot 4
1 shot 2 shot 3 shot 4
1 shot 2 shot 3 shot 4
1 shot 2 shot
(One, two, three, four)
I was born with a trust
That didn't survive the white noise of the lies
Oh, the white heat of injustice has taken my
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'
Two, three, four
Two AM again, phone shining on the ceiling
I can't catch a break, keeping me awake
Mache of little bits, forced into art
Watch them
till morning
Like Marino strong armin' the game
but I'm not retiring till I got a championship ring
poppin champagne simple and plain
check the map
in a black and white the capacity is two.
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not
one million of your fake fanatics behind me
I keep it grimy; chase me you will never find me
I take you out for two or three minutes you can time me
me where the fuck you'd be?
Rappin like the treacherous three, fuckin cowards
I'd have seen dre rockin parties for hours
And i'd have seen ren
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
bitches, psycho bitches [x2]
And I can roll my tongue [x3]
Stop callin' me, never really wanna heart felt shit
You ain't healthy for me and bitch I
Nigga want pressure gone pay that
I’m on they head like a wave cap
Clarity flawless on all my shit
Bought three Rollie’s only got two wrist
Oops be mad
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than strep with the fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol 3's
Feel like I'm burnin'
Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol 3's
Feel like I'm burnin' to death, but I'm freezin'
Bedridden and destined never to leave the
Bedroom ever again, like
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