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pizza pie
They've got a cooler full of cold Coronas and Amstel Light
It's like were all livin' in a big ol' cup
Just fire up the blender, mix it all up
on their pizza pie 
They've got a cooler full of cold Coronas and Amstel light 
It's like were all livin' in a big ol' cup 
Just fire up the blender, mix
but the ice is free
You know I just got paid
So we can order Pay-Per-View
If nothing's good on TV

It's getting late hit the lights
But leave
[Paul Wall]
They think I'm a drug deala, I'm dealin large
Cause I'm playin with more diamonds, than a deck of cards
My wrist light up the room
and roughnecks 
In these, dark streets (yo yo), my Squad creep 
Mob deep, discharge thee and leave him on the concrete 
By the light I got chicks that sound
[Chorus]
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings

I'll take 30
the twirl 

Spit facts  spit on whacks my whole lifetime 

Spit on my watch  make the ice shine 

Spit trife lines  .44 spit slugs out 

Ready to thug
on Collins, The car you was driving
The lights turned on like eyelids
Then the light turned green
And a scene from Ice Cream Man popped up into my head
When
cement-feathered bird
And if you didn't hear, fuck whatevers heard
I think you got the sickness I suggest you get it cured
Caught up in the mix, of a bottle full
So light it up and pass the thang to me
I'm fresh off parole I could smoke a whole p
Can smell it in my clothes you can smell it in my seats
the sickness, I suggest you get it cured
Caught up in the mix of a bottle full of fix
I'ma hobble down the street till I reach Knob Creek
It's not that I don't
Anxiety, brothers trying me
Gun slingers, dead ringers

Yo, my slang's out of this world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me
playin' low
While we six-deuce and let you fix Goose
In a glass with some ice, maybe mix some juice in
On the way to L.I., well I, coulda took
a stop by the barber; you can hit the shops in the harbor
Then get the chops or the lobster
Prime on twelve, dinner for dos
We begin with a toast, end
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate 
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
to fire up
If you got the bomb, bomb, nigga, come and light it up
Yeah, blaze up, ain't nothin' like ridin' by, drivin' high
Me and all the hommies smokin',
some wings
New Hawk on that channel, I'm on that dolly right
On the way to my gran-ty house, I'm navigated by bubble lights
I'm teded by that junior,
light-weight, I'm always at fight-weight
Wrist game is on ice skate, 'cause we move work through that Tri-State
'Cause them boys out, and them toys out, still
B and thoses selfies, got them aggy
These bitches is light-weight, I’m always at fight-weight
Wrist game is on ice skate, ‘cause we move work through
a night
This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit that you're used to
Teflon territory you just can't shoot through
You goin' shoot who? (Who?) Not even
the winter is cold
I put my faith in the forgiveness every sinner is owed
Flashback when we was teens just beginning the road
Before the lights, camera,
a night
This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit that you're used to
Teflon territory you just can't shoot through
You gonna  shoot who? (Who?) Not
So light it up and pass the thang to me
I'm fresh off parole I could smoke a whole p
Can smell it in my clothes you can smell it in my seats
a drought I just sit on my dope and wait
For the prices to skyrocket and rise like real estate
I got that ice cream, that candy, that girl, that white white
This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit that you're used to
Teflon territory you just can't shoot through
You gonna  shoot who? (Who?) Not even