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yeah I play with the devil
Mum taught me rules that was made by my pops
Me, I grew up like my father, I break em
You show me what’s good & I’ll show you

I want bitch

But I don't really like to shop I pop out all these hoes be on me
Just wanna stay up in my lane and stack this gwap all by my lonely

Sunset rides
Wine glass full
Park by the beach
In a spot that's cool

Then Slow dance
Favourite juke
For the millionth time
Look at you and say

I find it

me talk to 'em

All in the club never lean or drop
She on the dance floor, pussy pop (bitch)
I rock with my cock out
Just roll with my talent
Bet

Effortless hands to hold on to peace

See I never look sober just looked over
How do you kill a rat? Turn to a cobra
Got no love for a plaintiff
Sold my soul

come in late
Head full of lies and my heart full of hate
Say you my brother, you move like a cobra
Come round here with that shit, it'll pop off like

enemies it’s no love homie it’s war
As for my flag I might not rock it today 
Know you a op don’t try to come around and act like we gang
Turnt to the max

seamless, 
I seent it, programming this sequence 
Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints 
shit on a remix 
my prefix is deep 6, sucker you in some deep shit
this

Game in a cobra clutch, caking like I'm a Boba Fett
Limping like I broke a leg I went forward with no regrets
Amerigo and Po we next culture

some niggas on the westcoast
Was rydin wit Pac, but when he died, they went pop
I'm on the Jers to the fullest, like sum westcoast love
But afta Pac

love, I was born on the seaside
Album cut classics, fan lose it off the B-sides
Rappers better throw up their peace signs or resign
Find a change a plans

a cobra (uh huh)
Real deal, no poser
I'ma go postal, cut 'em up and fold ya
(uh huh) bring it raw like I'm supposed to
Got your picture on a missing poster

My Kinda Nigga, Pt. 2

Heather B.

First Family 4 Life

1998

gun-blazin berkuance
Hurt you with new school flavor, supported by old school jewlels
(dominated) by true school rules
Faggot, do you have it? look I

Hurt you with new school flavor, supported by old school jewlels
(Dominated) by true school rules
Faggot, do you have it? look I'm ?fakin? escape
Before

I like to think this world is crazy
Hey see ya now
Sometimes I feel this world is crazy

Loco
The guns coming in by the boatload
Juvenile dem

It's DoubleUp Kay yea
I mix the lean with pineapple soda
I drink any pop but not Coca Cola
I be in that what's a name
You thought it was yotta
I be

Finna ride in this bitch
Bro say you reckless I like hell naw
I stay out the way
Told bro I'm hurting' I love all y'all
Let's put some shit in play

Son, you might be a cobra but I'm a mongoose
Grab you by ya collar never let ya neck loose
I avoid fake crews like I avoid the drama
And if ya become

And talk about the worst
You and I just only us
Planning on a love journey with a white horse
Hush!
No body text and call
Chill by the pool side and pop
We

Night Vision

Swollen Members

Dagger Mouth

2011

Innocence has been lost but innocence is beautiful
Spreading love is the only way to make it back

Cocaine and steroids, I don't get paranoid
You

Fuck a plug, I’m a grower, dnt fuck wit no cobras
Shit is getting scary, ain’t even October 
Niggas jimmy carey, no mask you a joker 
Keep a straight

study you
Hit it up in this kitchen boo
Remix to ignition boo
Pop out the roof in this foreign boo
I might pull up in a foreign
All them girls i fuck man

commercial
Even Interscope is gettin' pimped by Universal
Green Tutankhamen Lantern, I curse you and murk you
But the Bin Laden slush fund remix just burked

If you got money can't have love, in blood it's fair exchange
I know some niggas stay to self but let them tell it niggas lame
Be the first one out