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sauce drip rust and I rot em
Catch a line forearm Rock Bottom
Catch a body catch a l leg drop em
Where I'm is here I'm is you anit spot em
Domination

watchin
On da sideline cock Blockin
I ain kill em boy dem shots got Em
Bitch I came from the rock bottom
On da block nigga we rerockin
1 stop shop fiends

the back
After that baby i gotta dip
Glizzy on me with a dick
Keep that lil bitch in my
Pocket
Don't need no assist
Pour up that bottle of Chris
And meet me

feels like deja vu
And the hatin's no use
She ain't waitin' on you i tell a baby
"Tell ya man kick rocks with no shoes"
And I murder that pussy
And I

feeling em the same just
One small problem
Am I top or am I bottom yo…
I know I seem anxious, a tad bit nervous
I’ll follow your lead
You know I’m just

ain’t nobody I’m puttin My trust in
I keep me some bitches they come by The dozen
Don’t need Chris and neef cuz my Youngins be gunnin
That work

Nigga ran off wit a g
He be gone by da evening
New piece aquafina
Gave chris 100 g's
We locked in like a dopeboy and a fiend
In the trap i'm a pioneer

it big but they ain't Chris
I've been doing this
I ain't new to this
I been screwing chicks
By the twos and shit
I never fuck the same hoes
I change

I'm close-eyed
Model bitch by the coastline
Said she wanna come for a nigga
So she know how to approach mine
Standup since a waist high
Money brings

on the pharaohs
In this Cape Verdean flag I’m a black hero
Up in the school savings lives
Trying to show them young’ns from the bottom they can rise
I wish I did

as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
Goodnight you moonlight ladies.
Rock-a-bye sweet baby James.

Yes I feel It
I feel my beloved bayou
My ghetto
This is a story of where I was born
No man's Land

Let me kick some flavor bout this young cat named

me get it for the night tho 

Baby I be chillin I don't like to do the fight tho 

cnd I am not a plumber but I'll come wit that pipe tho 

Fuck me she

(look)

[first verse]

Turnup but I ain't talking greens,

We came up from the bottom rose straight to the top just like some cream,

I just blew like ten,

(Yeah, yeah)
(We can do it, we can do it)
"Hmmmm"
(Lonjevity)

I said baby what's the program (What's the program?)
Say she love it when we riding

hard feelings baby but you go home today
Huh got to get the bag each and every day
Still getting money by them loads
Huh hitting highways with the dope

deep 
G peep, they embedded in the bedrock
Guessing all the pain make ya head rock
Till your head drop
And you hit Rock bottom 
And you cant stop

from the bottom
That young nigga blossomed
And they cannot stop em
And that's what's gone kill em
And he got some problems
He never forgot em
Them

posture
We don't rock with coppers, free west and?

QC the label, and we independent
Got some young niggas still kickin' doors
And some of my niggas

the shoes that I've got
Aint about my dough or my rocks
Ain't the life I live, it don't stop
Baby it's about the game

[VERSE 3: TREY SONGZ]
When you ask why

firing I survive and I'm writing it 
Drugging, thugging, ziplock bag full of slugs and 
Not enough loving, rock bottom being dug in 
Of course I ain't had

niggas yell squad
K Camp screaming link up
300 niggas, that's 300 motherfuckers
Trying to get it in by the trucks
I'm a hot young nigga that'll take your

Shake That

Nate Dogg

Curtain Call: The Hits

2005

to the motherfuckin' mountaintop
Heard motherfuckers talk, seen 'em drop
If I ain't got a weapon I'ma pick up a rock
And when I bust yo' ass I'm gon' continue to rock

They living up in the sky baby
Ima tell a story and it might seem tragic
Young boy with a talent didn't know he had it
No dreams just a fiend living life