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it up for the summer time, pull out the drop Top if you wanna shine Where the 6-4's at where the Regals at, where them drop Tops at and them Cadillacs
on Buck Gotta put it up for the summer time, pull out the drop Top if you wanna shine Where the 6-4's at where the Regals at, where them drop Tops
on Buck Gotta put it up for the summer time, pull out the drop Top if you wanna shine Where the 6-4's at where the Regals at, where them drop Tops
to ball Rin's you can't afford, name a clothes line, I done worn it all To dictate the naked soul of Nas, Henny, four-five Hoes with thick thighs be
weapons in the trunk, bitch, take your pick Stick a grenade up under your fender Stick a pineapple bomb in ya blender, I don't care about you You say
at a redbone Smokin on some cactus Sippin on some super duper extra strength A buck fifty a shot louie the thirteenth Head hard as a rock stop by the barber
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
leave him for Atrice [Lac] Look, I'm a gangsta, hustler, hoodlum (slow down) I came with the four pounds (pounds) So fucking let it go down (go
(schh) paire de (woah) Drive-by, BM, double (woah) Tout est (woah) c'est l'9-(woah) Le Prince rafale sur le Roi J'sors le (woah) tout le monde (woah)
the dead shall rise for carnage... They come...From the grave They come...From the grave Scattered remnants of mankind lies at their feet A threat to all
chose up, ay (yeah, yeah) Now I'm spendin' racks on a four by four truck (yeah, yeah) I don't hang with emotionals Big rock band, walk around for
at the State Theater In the door by the side Throw you in the trunk and found a preacher for you Cause I thought you had unlawful demons on you Sinkin fast
don't never come fake I'm 'bout to hit Dove Way, just past Troy's I'm dippin' by myself, I'm 'bout to call up my boys I pass up the corner I see some
Grandmaster Flash, Spoonie G and the Treach' Three Fearless 4, spirit of hip-hop was etched in me See, I was down, brah, but let me get down to V-Town I was
[Chorus: x4] Groupie ass Bitch type of niggas can't fade me They're callin' me a lunatic But murder ain't crazy
in the distance listening to the slaughtering of there own. So fear and stress sets in as the other groups approached the slaughter house led by
really hot I'm swanging four's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold I bought
want to jump, jump Get'cha make ya pump, Paul Still gon' miss ya bump, bump Off a nigga fakin' Goin' to a richin' Bitches turn to shaken Mafioso rule by
my money Staying high, doing business, like the gass By any means necessary, we gon get the cash The fast money come in quick, get you hit In your
come I haven't gone broke yet? I tell 'em it's cause I'm the flyest backpacker ever I'm flyer than Mos Def in a Drumpf tower surrounded by four chefs
the water and grits They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips And that's I high I better get by because my ally about to flip that crazy shit
Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends All through their high school days Both members of the 4H club, both active in the FFA After
or Bentley Beamer, Benz, or Bentley your scheming don't affect me I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high More than 500 horses when I roll by I'm calm, I'm
Threw it in the back Coming out from my room Just to clear the track So I'm back, on my, shit Little, bitch, watch your, lip Got it back around 4 times
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