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I wanna cruise away from here

This is for my pimps, this is for my hustlers
Diamond in the back, Lac drivin' mother
If you're gettin', smoke one for
the smoke stack 
Put the gas hole in make em all smokey

Cups in the sky everytime I ride by.
All the girls wanna ride,
Go ahead and climb inside.
Black
Oh, yeah, smoke stack lightning
Hum, hum, shine down on me babe
Well, I know since you've been gone
Oh I ain't no piece in my home

Oh babe, I
Oh, yeah, smoke stack lightning
Hum, hum, shine down on me babe
Well, I know since you've been gone
Oh I ain't no piece in my home

Oh babe, I gotta
of my niggaz
In three years, I plan to have stacks like Jigga

Aw naw, hell, naw, man, y'all done up and done it
We chiefing like everyday, smoking
the Benz makin' ends I mean them paper stacks 
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back
This is for
[Rap:]
This is for my pimps this is for my hustlas
Diamonds in the back Lac' drivin' muthafuckas
If ya gettin high smoke one for me
If ya gettin
of my niggaz
In three years, I plan to have stacks like Jigga

Aw naw, hell, naw, man, y'all done up and done it
We chiefing like everyday, smoking
he fucked wit the wrong hoe
Its the sign of the times man
By second thank God that I'm alive man
Peace to my dead g's
Fell short trying to stack up
the smoke carry his name

If it's a girl let her shine

We will be

Oh fucking eternal

The hour of man is nigh
So gather up all supplies
And stack
leaving St. Louis, smashing that throttle (Ho!)
In three hours flat, I hit Chicago (Hey!)

[Kyjuan]
Black stacks and 'Lacs, it's what I earned so far
that Diablo (HEY!)
I'm leaving St. Louis, smashing that throttle (HO!)
In three hours flat, I hit Chicago (HEY!)

[Kyjuan]
Black stacks and 'Lacs
sky
In a golden frame
Roped off
Tourists guided by
Tourists talking about the madhouse
Talking about the ear
The madman hangs in fancy homes
They
by the bundle
Got hunters as gone as [?]
That's a hundred on hundred
Trapped out the house with my partners
We went to shoppin' on midget
We went
And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack
Pal around with Democratic fellows named Mack
So, take me right back to the track, Jack
I'm the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle 
That's why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle 
You fake A and R's make me think it would
And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack
Pal around with Democratic fellows named Mack
So, take me right back to the track, Jack
of that OG, we smoking them back-to-back
Molly looking like sugar, so you know that I'm dipping it
See my jeans by the stack, and my shoes cost 'bout half
the kid is blazin on this track and hatin on em back
My doe stacked up wit O's, who the mack duckin po po's blowin smoke goes in the 'Lac
To be exact,
Well there's smoke from the stacks a-blowin' 
And he don't care where he's goin' 
The only time he feels right is when he's rollin' 
Well I'm talkin'
like they rich broke, niggaz swisha sweet
So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' down in the street
Vernon Dixon? Georgetown in the hills
The subs
(featuring Mannie Fresh & Lac)

[Intro - Baby] w/ (ad-libs)
Oh yeah nigga, holla at ya boy! (Oh yeah, holla at ya boy)
You under smell, number one
to stack and be the fat rat
Get a map flat on the hill drive a Lac
Still I want to be back down in the hood
So I can chill with the brothers that's from
roll in Benzes and Lacs
Best believe the gats in my promo shots ain't props
I hang out sunroof tops and pop glocks at cops
(Yo, how ya livin?)
osmium
Cleaner than wax floors
I'm slick as aluminum
Swingin' my lac doors
The Franklin's you foldin' them
We tryin' to stack those
Before you play