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Mix the flake with the soul and carry Young Jeezy (damnnn)
You still want to talk flow man?
Soft white Alaska call me Snowman

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Kick off your shoes, run your toes on the dash
Now peel off your stockings, c'mon let's get it poppin'
I'm in the mood for cotton, candy and I'm
a blessing you breathing
It's a miracle that God gave me this TEC, now I'm eating
Cop it, chop it, profit, it's all for sale
Cocaine, candy rain, I'm so for
your socks off make sure your G spots soft

I'm gonna call you Big Daddy and scream your name
Matter fact I can't wait for your candy rain

So what
my rocks off
Blow your socks off make sure your G spots soft

I'm gonna call you Big Daddy and scream your name
Matter fact I can't wait for your
The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed
I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese
You can try dog, but it ain't easy
Mix the flake with the soul
it up before it's too far gone
Go by y'r instinct, get down to the real thing
She's no lie, never leads you wrong
I've seen the macrodynamics, &
fucked up 
I would be the big willy nigga with my feet up 
But I'm in the field killin' for a meal 
Around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real
the big willy nigga with my feet up
But I'm in the field killin' for a meal 
Around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real
Money murder all in my eyes
fucked up 
I would be the big willy nigga with my feet up 
But I'm in the field killin' for a meal 
Around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real
fucked up 
I would be the big willy nigga with my feet up 
But I'm in the field killin' for a meal 
Around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real
the set
Cocaine, candy rain, I'm so for real! Yeah!

[Chorus]

I'm the dope man! Coke man! Smoke man! Whatever-man!
The X-man! Tec-man! You better
make sure your G spots off. 
I'll call ya big daddy and scream your name, 
Matter fact I can't wait for your candy rain. 
So which you sayin', I get
Mix the flake with the soul and carry Young Jeezy (damnnn)
You still want to talk flow man?
Soft white Alaska call me Snowman

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed
I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese
You can try dog, but it ain't easy
Mix the flake with the soul
The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed
I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese
You can try dog, but it ain't easy
Mix the flake with the soul
The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed
I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese
You can try dog, but it ain't easy
Mix the flake with the soul
The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed
I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese
You can try dog, but it ain't easy
Mix the flake with the soul
know the deal, pop the golden seal
Candy apple rain drops, Soul For Real
No singer be, sling Heavy D
Ready rock, killa cop, steady be
Stay steady
name Roger Men

Write the rhyme do the beat, the hook and the mix
Records don't sell, I'm back to selling bricks
I went gold, but never sold my soul
crazy, it keeps me lazy

Dedicated to real syrup sippers
Boys wit big white cups
Man they boin' for man or 10 years plus
[Snoop Dogg]
Hey yo Goldie Loc let me hear some dog (puff)
We gotta go some for the hood that's on the real
Yeah, this is a public service
the movies and magazines
We banned and rounded up for ourselves
Hi-Ho
Hi-Ho
It's off to do our work you go

We melt you with acid rain
Keep you poor for
you there like B.I.G took niggas to New York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit blazed the Philly
It's summertime
Longin for the days of running numbers and starting street fights
With those who didn't play by the rules

In the shadow of the Apple and a swamp away from