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I was followed home by a weighing machine
On DeChirico Street
It said, "What do you know?" I said, "What do you mean?"
On DeChirico Street
40's till I'm forty ?
Truncatin drum loops with Pauly
On the SP-1200 and 1212 you feel it
Mission to create, matrimony and reveal it
It's love in
enemy love thy brother
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younga stomach
You niggas better
She's my time machine
 She's my rolling memory
 She's my family
 And I love her so

 She knows my secrets well
 But her back seat won't ever
Machine, "Hello."
Rick Rock, "Rick Rock."
Machine, "Has a message for:"
Rick Rock, The Bay Area
Machine, "To accept the message press 1"

Ugh,
We're far from good
Not good from far
90 miles per hour down Compton Boulevard
With the top down, screaming we don't give a fuck
Drink my 40
She's my time machine
She's my rolling memory
She's my family
And I love her so

She knows my secrets well
But her back seat won't ever tell
She's my time machine
She's my rolling memory
She's my family
And I love her so

She knows my secrets well
But her back seat won't ever tell
held killing machines
Steal dreams with the armored steel
Guard your grill
Nigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville
Following Allah's will,
to the spot where my homebys chill
The fellows out there, making that dollar
I pulled up in my six four Impala
They greet me with a forty and I started
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
I thought a father should be
I abandoned that thought
Like he abandoned me

By forty seven I was fourteen
I'd acquired a taste for liquor
don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your
and serve hoes like flap jacks
([Snoop:] But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run
to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(Snoop: But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho
sunny, act one, near a money machine
Jumped out the cream Lex with Jacks, she rocked a black tennis skirt
With Stan Smith's, about a size 6
Jewels,
don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your
to the spot where my homebys chill
The fellows out there, making that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I started drinking
by a crack in my units
I'ma stick to the shit that made The Click
The super kind, I love to spit
That nigga 40 vicious, he got speech I heard him
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up
an adding machine to count up all the women I've ruined for other men
Now compared to me, Paul Bunyan is a screamin' fag.
I can shift more gears and pump
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
booty love the Luniz 
I went from smokin dubs to QP's 
Make hits for thugs that bankin hoopies 
and aimin uzis, at who dirty mackin my loochie 
Come
(Different Girls talking on answering machine)
-Hey Chino! It's Tina! I missed you!! He he he ... um, Just wanted to say hello...

=I love you... you
up, chopped tattooes permanent creased.
Survival one jeans.
Throw away his real ooze machines, Chinese AK zooms, razorblades,
Jerry Curls, finger