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pop the shit off in zone 3, the decatur
We can go back down to where my grandma stay,
Depending on the area you better watch what you say
And I 'on
luck, but I wasn't superstitious
Till one day I grew suspicious,
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid
luck, but I wasn't superstitious
Till one day I grew suspicious,
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid
It's motherfuckin' Game time!

Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table
That's how you remember it, that's how I remember it
Yeah, dip into
tell by looking in the party's straight crack
And don't worry 'bout it girls cause I like it like

I'm max faded at my grandma's house
And leave your
meet Glock clock familia (Boom)

Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her more
She always got me things that we couldn't afford
The new J's
meet Glock clock familia (Boom)

Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her more
She always got me things that we couldn't afford
The new J's
night it was a dream
This morning a fantasy back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura 'cos the cops like to get help from the store
And the young'uns goin' through it tryin' to play the same
Through the rain, through the fire, handcuffed by desire
Sent to your son, forgive me for the sins that
gonna want a girl that I know I can take home
In the zone, where I think that I lost my phone
You can tell by looking in, the party's plain crack
the taps on they phone 
They know the half's on they zone, and peelin' caps with the chrome 
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!) 
This one's for
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake

It's
buckhead and go to fall on a bitch i'm a giant ass playa
i'll stomp on a hater i'ma pop the shit off in zone 3, the decatur we can go back down to where my
holla shawty for grammar
Yep, now I be on TV, BET, out the channel
Hood nigga from Bankhead, I stay by Grandma Nana

I lay by my banana, dumpin'
game
I'm just lookin for attention by callin ya name

[J-Zone talkin]
Hehe, aiiyo Kobe don't think I forgot about you dog
Up there rappin with Brian
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco

Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Hey yo, Trick 
How you going 
come up with another one man? 
Yeah, this is what they looking for 
Uh uh uh B2K 
Uh red zone 

She want it all
leaving everything, to meet up a destiny
Bye bye, mais faut que j'm'en aille
Adieu tendres annees, salut champs de bataille
Et sentir, oh sentir et
from the ghetto zone
All waiten for the day to put you in your place
I had the fat bearded lady sitten on your face
Bitch boy bitchy you might get hurt
properly on the O.C.
We in the zone bombed out feelin' good j'ya know
Got the homegirls and homies from the hood j'ya know
2-1, 1-9, 2-0
We all in
all your conscious go and blow it by the o
I'm here but my minds gone

And its gettin' hard to see you cause my eyes low
Marijuana minutes, nigga
up)

Heroin, extacy, oxycontin, vicodin, coca cola everything up in our jeans
Even methamphetamines
Get this bread by any means
Pcp, lsd,
bitch

Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas
All these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be
bitch

Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas
All these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be
can't touch it g
See me don't speak ain't nothin g
I'm in my zone nigga don't fuck with me AYE

Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas
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